Pausing briefly, she wrangled with the knotted side tie, emitting mild frustration at its obstinacy. Zack stilled her action with a soft word and gent...e touch. ‘There’s no rush. We have plenty of time.’ Zack motioned Vivienne next to the cushioned divan across the room. Sitting, he drew her into a sidesaddle snuggle and leaned her head on his shoulder. He caressed the red tresses over her outside ear and kissed her forehead. Vivienne gave a shiver. Zack grew paternal. ‘Are you okay?’. “Hey, Sweetie! Are you still not telling me where we’re going tonight?”“Nope. It’s a surprise. Come here and give me an anniversary kiss.” Our passion was not only strong but kept growing. I married the most amazing woman in the world.“I just can’t believe we’ve already been married 9 years,” she mumbled as our lips played together.“First things first. I need a shower and we both need to change into something nice.”“Shower? How about together?”“As long as we don’t get too distracted. We need to. How was I responsible for the death of my mom? I never even got to know her. I had often wondered what she was like and if she would have liked me. I think I sat there crying for the longest time. I remember hearing my dad tell my grandpa, ‘If you don’t want him, turn him over to the state.’ That’s when I heard my grandma walk in. ‘What? You’ll do no such thing, Harold,’ said my grandma. ‘If you send Josh away, I promise you, I’ll leave too. That poor boy didn’t ask to be born.’ It was the only. I couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not. But I didn't care either way."But I need the money," the young woman said. This time she added a whine."Come sit on my lap and let's talk about it." Guadalupe gasped."I can't do that. I'm a married woman." She picked up her daughter in her arms, gave me a disapproving stare and left without another word. I wondered if she would return. If not, I'd have to go to the trouble of hiring and training another girl. I wasn't worried about a sexual.