Insurance. We both wanted the other to be cared for in the event ... He had the event. I still live in the house.Kids. Didn’t. Kept saying we would,...but as we hit our thirties, we never could agree. So, three bedroom house in a great neighborhood. And no kids.Brad’s marriage ... Brad wanted to stabilize, Linda wanted to BE places and DO things ... Just wasn’t compatible. I knew it was wrong from the start, but my brother ... Couldn’t tell the difference between ‘Miss Right’ and ‘Miss Right. " Sam lived only five minutes away, so I threw on my bathrobe ahead and made up a couple White Russians for when he arrived. I heard him come in as I finished making the pitcher of drinks and headed into the living room, glasses and pitcher in hand. "Go ahead and spark up that number on the table" I said as I came into the room, "I also made up some drinks." Grabbing the joint and lighting it up, Sam sighed then reached out for the glass I was proffering, he took a long swig, then a long pull. " He grinned amusedly at the flustered witch. "If you wish to become a woman this Beltane, I will be happy to oblige you, girl...so long as you can rouse my interest."The blonde stared blankly at the muscular figure for a long second, before her gaze slowly slid down his body to his still-soft manhood. Victoire felt a brief flash of annoyance, mostly at herself for being almost dripping wet while this god stood before her unaffected by her beauty, before she stifled the feeling and pushed a. ."That would make me..." his voice trailed off. He couldn't say the words."Father Ben." Mo finished for him. "It suits you." It doesn't sound right," he grumbled. When she said the words aloud, though, Ben felt the responsibility come down like an engine block on his shoulders. He also knew that he couldn't buck the job. Not now. Not with the future of all of the bikers -all his bikers- at stake.He heard as well as saw her smile. "Get used to it, Father Ben."Ben grimaced. Well, there's no point.