On a Friday night, it changed and I knew there was going to be something different about this night before we even left the backyard. We were reading ...n the couch together and my mind was drifting with the stirrings in my body. We hadn’t made love the night before because he had been out of town for the night. I was trying to read since he seemed absorbed in his book, but it was working. I was itching to touch him and for him to touch me. As a result, I was rubbing into him, touching his thigh. In a way, I can’t wait to see the video. Again I asked, “How many inches?” “Ten,” he said. “One more and I start fucking you.” One more inch and then he starts fucking me? What the fuck is he doing now? Just then he said, “It’s in, all eleven inches. Mister, are you ready to get fucked?” What the fuck was this kid talking about? I soon found out. All of a sudden he pulled his meat almost all the way out, and slammed it back in, over, and over, and over. Within seconds he had a steady pump. I would wait until Sally got home. Where was she? Finding a plastic container for the broccoli I set it aside to be cooked later. I took the hens from the water and split them through the backbone and flattened them out. Rubbing butter and lemon and fresh ground pepper with a sprinkle of kosher salt had them ready for the broiler. I sat and watched the evening news until the timer on the oven dinged. I took the potatoes out and slipped them in the freezer to cool down a bit. I had expected. And then after kissing me again, Penelope looked into my eyes and said, ‘I meant every word I said to Megan and Sam when I told them that I’d do whatever it took to keep you happy, Bryan.’ ‘I know you did, beautiful,’ I smiled, gently pulling her to me and kissing her lips, ‘And I love you with all my heart.’ ~~~~~~ We slept the whole night through in a lover’s embrace that night, and not once did Penelope wake up. I like to think that it was because I had silently asked God to watch over her.