We talked and talked … we loved and loved … each other and our canine mates.That night, though, was different. We were ready for Tim, as usual and...as our routine. The two of us had combined our efforts in an impressive dinner, a combination of Helen’s fitness generated recipes and my homegrown recipes from Mom. We were also dressed identically for Tim tonight, mid-thigh shear, white negligees, white stay-up stockings, and high heels. Our outfits not only confirmed our dedication and comfort in. "whose is the gear? Do you think they'd mind?" Who cares, if they say anything, I'll smooth the waters."She frowned. "I better not...Gloria might get mad." She gave me a finalkiss and headed off back to eat her lunch which had been delivered. Iplayed two more songs and took an early break. Standing there tuning myguitar Cindy came up and gave me a hug. "Hey chick, how's it hanging?"I laughed. "All good, how about you?"She hugged me. "Well we miss you like shit that's for real but Jas andme are. She seldom spoke to him at dinner for some reason. I think it was because she didn't like to raise her voice. His comment seemed to make her willing to raise her voice then though."It was right when Daddy died. We stopped doing a lot of things then. At first we were in mourning, but then, there never seemed to be the same enthusiasm. I thought we both became so much busier after Daddy died." There was something in her voice when she spoke. Not anger exactly, but something that had some emotion. Meri biwi ne skirt daali thi aur top…..Usne high heels bhi paheni hui thi…..Maine biwi ko ishaara kiya aur usne apni taang thodi si us african ki taang ke saath mila ker rakh di….. Us african ne ek dum dekha aur sorry bol ker thoda peeche ho gaya……Meri biwi ne bola koi baat nahin aur thodi dare mein phir se us african ki taang se apni skirt wali taang mila di…..Is baar shaayad us african ko samajh aa gaya tha aur usne apni taraf se bhi apni taang meri biwi ki taang per ragadne laga dheere.