Unfortunately, my driving meant I had to restrain myself to drinking lemon, lime and bitters; Emma also drank the same, probably in sympathy.As we ate...our meals, Emma spoke up. “Those girls from your school, Fran. You sounded a bit awkward. Was there a problem? Was I cramping your style?”“No," I said with my mouth half full. After I swallowed I continued: “Far from it. It’s just that, well, previously, at different times, I’ve had feelings for both of them.”“Oh.”“You know that feeling when you. He shouts at the top of his voice, “Shall we go home ‘Mother of Six?’ His wife, irritated by her husband’s lack of discretion, shouts right back, “Anytime you’re ready, Father of Four.”✧ ✧ ✧Four friends spend weeks planning the perfect backwoods camping and fishing trip.Two days before the group is to leave, Frank’s wife puts her foot down and tells him he isn’t going. Frank’s friends are very upset that he can’t go but, what can they do ... Two days later the three get to the camping site only. I want to hear the rest of the tale of the Devil and his Ballerina…’ ‘Perhaps, another time.’ ‘But…!’ She began, biting off her words at his sharp look. ‘What did I tell you about your behavior, young lady?’ He asked, his bright blue eyes boring into hers. ‘I’m sorry.’ The line was delivered meekly, with not a trace of sarcasm, luckily for her. Had she not been sincere he’d have seen to it that she regretted her outburst. ‘That’s better, Jenny. Now, come sit before me if you’d like, and I’ll. Our night of fun came to a halt before we knew it. Amanda's drunk mom came home, screaming about something dumb like she always did. Amanda asked me to leave, explaining that it was only going to get worse. I understood what she was saying, and left without protest. It was a nice walk home in solitude. The summer night's breeze was nice. As I walked home, I couldn't stop thinking of what I was going to do when I got home. All I could think of was my pink vibrator. I couldn't wait to use it.As.