" He grinned at her and puffed out his chest and then coughed."So you're still in the army?" she asked, frowning. He's not free, not ready for marriag..., for settling down. And he's not well either."Yep. This is jus' being on leave, like when I lost m'arm. How've you been doin', all alone by yourself?"She waved her hands widely and tried to look happy. "It's mine, Billy, all mine. The house, four slaves, twenty acres or so and my own dock, if it hasn't fallen in the river. I don't have the paper. We settled in like always, seat back, jeans and boxers sliding down to the knees. That day was so hot! I remember sweating partly due to the heat, partly to nerves. It was going to be me this time. Hell, Mike wasn’t even hard when I said it, “do you want to suck it”? “Um, we can’t, I’m not hard yet”. “Oh that’s not a problem” I said, “I can take care of that”. I caught myself…I can’t believe I said that! Did I say to much…was it too “gay”? Did it scare him? Mike leaned back, sliding. "You ass!" she had written."I'm sorry, it was too easy to pass on," I responded and I inserted a winking smiley face. I might live to regret that joke's impulse, but at least we were OK now.After lunch, it was the boys turn for cleaning up, so we moved away from the table. She walked to our swing couch and sat there, taking a grip from the floor then lifting her legs up as the swing began moving back and forth. There was a mesmerizing simplicity and delicate innocence about her, I didn't even. 'Atta girl.' He grinned. 'So, who around here serves real food?'I took him to Franco's Ristorante, a nice Italian place a few blocks from the bar. They serve the best gnocchi in town. As we ate, we discussed our c***dhoods, reminisced about the cartoons we remembered watching and how the stuff k**s watch today has no merit in comparison.A good feed, two bottles of red wine and three hours later, Franco geared up to kick us out by starting to sweep the floor. We decided to retain our dignity and.