. Isn’t that what you mean?”“Hell no. You have gorgeous arms, gorgeous everything, compared to any woman at any age.”“David ... I ... Wow, t...ank you. That’s very sweet.”“Just speaking the truth. Don’t tell me you don’t know how beautiful you are.”For no particular reason, other than feeling extremely relaxed and comfortable, Nikki scooted herself down the armrest and pushed her feet into her son’s lap. He slipped off her shoes and began running his hands over her feet.“That’s very nice of you. Marge shook her head. He was a messy old man, and needed to stay out of it. But after Charles, she knew he was going to make sure he knew these young men. Marge smiled at them and gave her husband a pointed look. She knew they needed rest. ‘I know you boys are tired. Go on to your rooms and rest. I’ll call you in the morning for breakfast.’ She added. Brandon smiled, and answered, ‘Wait, Mrs. Granger, you’re going to feed us again. Hey, Brian, I want to live here now.’ He teased. Marvin hugged. He would catch her on the way out and say…what? What was his plan? Ask her out for a date? Book a hotel room? Was there nothing anywhere on the spectrum between awkwardly mundane and flat-out sleazy? He sat back, pushing his fingers through his hair in frustration. Why couldn’t he figure out how to conduct this…thing…with her? He’d nearly called it a relationship, but how could you call what they’d had so far a relationship? That sort of depended on people knowing something about each other.. My cheery greeting to Wendy as I brushed past him into the small kitchen/diner area was received by silence. The three of us stood there awkwardly for a moment before I rattled off some shit about how nice their apartment was. Ignoring hubby again I took his wife’s hand and led her into the lounge which also doubled as the bedroom. Sitting on the couch I pulled her down onto my lap. Hubby followed us through like a scolded dog and sat on the only other chair in the room. Putting my arm around.