Bill said Buddy buddy clam down. You know you cant live here. His dad was quick with his response. No dad its OK. Mom said she would be alright with ...t. Bill said. She what!! Bills father yelled go put her on the phone. Bill got up from his packing and walked to his mothers room. He said nothing as he handed his phone over to his mother. Much to his shock his mother told him to leave the room as she took the phone. Bill listened to the muffle voice of his mother as she talked with his dad. If you refuse, I’ll walk away and you’ll never see me again. You get me?”He needn’t have threatened to leave her. There was no way she was going to refuse him; all three of us knew that beforehand. Within seconds, she was in position, ready to be inseminated. Her face was buried in the bed sheets, with her butt perched high in the air, ready and willing to receive. Victor nestled up behind her, his throbbing black tool in hand. He rained down two hard smacks to her pale butt, making her squeal. It was quiet and out of the way so it suited my purpose. We had the same waiter and he too remembered us from our visit last week. Considering how well I tipped him last week, it didn't surprise me, he seemed to know what he was doing and that personal service was rewarded well. I've had waiters who didn't understand the concept and seemed to think I was doing them a favor sitting at one of their tables. The service they provided was crap, and the tip I left them matched the service they gave. I continued bouncing back between D-minor and G-major for eight beats at a time.Suddenly, the song hit me. To make sure, I filled in the missing chords, continuing to improvise with my right hand. D-minor to D-augmented to F-major and finally to G-major. "A Taste of Honey," I said to Lynette, playing the melody line finally."Oh yeah," Lynette said, recognizing the tune. "It was almost there, but it sounded strange."I nodded and went back to improvising on the song's actual chord progression. I.