The couple, and their huge overly friendly and very inquisitive dog, had the tongues wagging of the other neighborhood couples. The goblin had already...peered into the dreams of neighbors and was fascinated by the fantasies that roiled the dreams of the men and most of the women that was fueled by the attractive lesbian couple and their huge doggy companion as married couples lay sleeping entwined with each other. Dreams and fantasies he was going to thoroughly exploit with what little time he. This may have been the main reason Kabul ever bothered doing business with Dad in the first place, i.e. so he could get close to my Mum. [She at the time often accompanied Dad to business functions and "Deal-meals" as they were known.]Mum seemed to enjoy the flirtation and attention from other men she'd get; both my parents must have realized this helped Dad's business along, and as Mum was [up until this point] a completely faithful, dutiful wife to Dad, there seemed no undue worry on his part. The local mall was not far from the small towns in our area and was about 15 miles from St. Louis. It was an enormous 100+ store mall that drew people from all around the area. Lily wouldn’t tell me anything during the drive and when we got there she was still secretive about where we were going. Finally, we went into a Bennigan’s. She asked the waitress where the Johnson party was and she led us to the back of the booths. Sitting there waiting for us was Ted, an old friend of mine from high. We all want to know. So why don’t we float around this little bit of smoke and watch the two men drink their beer. One speaking the other nodding. One who will speak is about 5’11’, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a tanned skin that must be from the summer festivities of mowing and grilling, and is of a average build. The other it doesn’t matter. John, can be whoever, we only want to know about Nick. Nick, our old friend whose hazel eyes are now tired, and he’s taking another deep inhale of his.