Tami was sitting on my left leg. She leaned over and kissed me on the chin. "Tony's having a bad day. He thinks it's safer not talking." He's probably...right," Traci said sharply, then glared at me. Then she grinned, came over, and sat on my other leg.Bad day was an understatement. It started at seven, which is bad all by itself since it was still summer and I could have slept in till nine-thirty.Mom knocked and stuck her head in the door. "Tony, can I borrow your car?" No!" I snapped and buried. It remained chaste. They hadn't made love in over a month, and they never would again."Ah, my little girl grown up at last," murmured Marisol in Spanish into Missy's ear. Their last night together, Missy lay with her head in Marisol's lap, both naked. Marisol caressed her friend's scalp and sent fingers through her long soft dark hair. It seemed to belie her statement. Marisol comforted her like she had so many years before when childhood pain needed soothing. Yet to Marisol, the words couldn't. ‘You and your partner explained. Is she your wife?’ ‘Yes, she’s my wife.’ ‘Well the two of you explained that it was better for you to show me everything, to demonstrate the items we ordered, while she talked to Ralph downstairs.’ ‘And you believed us?’ A frown crept over her face. ‘I don’t understand,’ she said. ‘Does that make you feel more vulnerable; being restrained and not understanding what I am talking about?’ ‘What do you mean by that? You’re beginning to worry me.’ ‘You should be. . Works wonders with Scotty. I was just gonna act like I'mstill the original Claire and I've seen your real selves for the veryfirst time..."The action then shifted into the bathroom when Rocky began caressingClaire with his sausage fingers."Oh Sammy boy... ya seemed to be enjoyin' yourself in that hotty. Yerbecomin' the better version of dat rich bitch!" Rocky complimented."I know right... and I swear on ma momma's grave that I ain't taking offthis chick ever again... Unless of course I found.