She went back to the bedroom, opened her closet and removed the clothes she'd picked out to wear to work today. While she was getting into her bra the...phone rang."Now who in the hell could that be," She wondered out loud."Hello?"The voice, strangely muffled on the other end, said only two words."Pink Lemonade."For a moment it seemed as though she'd drop the phone, but instead she sat on the edge of her bed and listened to what the voice had to tell her."I understand," was all she said and then. Did you do anything to the Marine?” she asked.“I love you too,” I told her. “And no, I didn’t do anything to the Marine. How is he?”“He’s awake, and a little groggy. She hit him pretty hard with that sap, but I think he should be okay. I had him transferred to the hospital where they’re keeping him overnight for observation. We’ll check on him again tomorrow, after the swelling goes down,” she said.“You said she hit him with a sap?” I asked.“I’m pretty sure. It was lying on the floor next to. He was dumbfounded. He reached in the drawer and picked it up like it was a delicate sparrow. He held it lovingly in both hands, looked at me, then he held it close to his nose and sniffed it, all the way up and down the whole thing. I was still wet from my great orgasm in the bathroom, but I could feel my juices heating up again.Finally, Uncle Clyde asked me if it was mine. I told him someone gave it to me. No, my mom didn't know I had it, and neither did anyone else, until now. He. . Hey Spence, how are you, darling?"Her voice was calm, but I immediately felt some negative vibes: that was her routine to start when she had to tell bad news to anyone.It happened when she had to tell me that my uncle Grant died, it happened when she had to tell me our ninety-two-year-old neighbor passed away.It also happened when my hamster Rufus "went to pets' heaven"."I'm fine, but I'm also a little busy with my dress for tonight. Please, don't get this like I'm rude, but... Could we skip.