Tweaked by me. All errors are mine.CC’s side of the storyI woke up fully dressed on my bed next to my sister-in-law. I had a drum and bugle corps we...ring steel soled boots marching through my head. I also thought they had walked through a pile of dog crap before they walked through my mouth to my brain.Jane and I had gotten drunk at the party last night and had a great time talking trash about the gorgeous model, Jerrod Clousen, I am working with. Now the pain was reminding me of some of the. " Which I said great minus us hardly fucking because she's exhausted from work. That got a punch to the arm with her saying I don't need to know those things that disgusting. There was a silence for a few minutes with her starring out the window. So I just said "Even when we do have sex its just old and boring she doesn't experiment or want to try anything new. Not like the time we had!" I could tell this instant turned her on even though she wouldn't admit it. She opened up and talked about. Before you get all upset, please let me tell you the whole story? I need to see her and talk to her first. Please?”Bob came to the car and said the paramedics needed to look at Dad. He didn’t hear my question or Dad’s answer.He DID notice Linda’s shell-shocked, deflated look.Dad got checked out and the paramedics were doubtful he’d had a heart attack, saying his vitals were all perfectly normal. They asked about the person who called it in and Dad told them that Mom called her son’s house and. In comparison to the mental images I had while trekking the stairs, this rooftop was exquisite. The soft coo of Nat King Cole was playing from the streets below, and without even thinking I inched one hand around her waist, and the other into her hand, coaxing her into a spin, causing us to be dancing on the rooftop. (If you can picture an old fashioned movie with the couple waltzing, to The Christmas Song, with a light sprinkle of snow in the air that was us). Too bad I hadn’t of thought of.