Claudette smiled, “Ah, how wonderful that there is someone else in addition to Javier who speaks French! I think we will have a lovely time explorin... your kitchen, Madame.”“Perhaps we can schedule some time tomorrow or the next day to do so?” Grace asked.“It would be my pleasure,” Claudette replied.Grace looked at these faces that were new to her and said, “I will do my best to remember all of your names. I appreciate your patience as I learn how things are run here.”Bentley cleared his throat. “Did you have this ready before he left this time? Or did you just make it?” she asks.“Which would make you more comfortable?” Alfred asks.Barbara rolls her eyes and holds it up to look. At least Alfred has some taste. He kept this one the same as Barbara’s own design: a gray suit with blue boots and gloves. The bat is simple and yellow.She scowls. “Did you, uh, fix it?”“Yes, Ms. Gordon. It’s specially reinforced.”Barbara looks down at herself. The bulge between her legs isn’t very visible in. No worries about the children. A sense of freedom that she had never felt before. They were laughing, holding hands and enjoying each other's company like they hadn't since they were dating. At home they seldom drank but here, over the last two hours, they had finished a bottle of wonderful Bordeaux wine."Are you tired?" Kevin asked as he helped her slip on the jacket."Oh no. What time is it here?" She asked."About eleven." Then it's only, let's see, it's only four in the afternoon for us. And,. The kids were at their grandparents, so we went into town to do some Christmas shopping for them. My wife, a teacher, had received a gift certificate to our favorite expensive restaurant from her students, so after we were done shopping, we went out and had a very nice dinner. Knowing wed be making love later, I took off my shoe and rubbed my foot up my wifes inner thigh, pressing it against her crotch. She smiled and returned the gesture. It was late when we got home, and we were both tired,.