The next morning, after her husband left for work, Mom checked on Yvette and, satisfied she was still asleep, went to do some ‘special’ shopping.B... the time she returned, she found Yvette, still wearing only her panties, in the kitchen making coffee.“Oh, hey Mom,” Yvette said nonchalantly, “where’d you go?”“You’ll find out soon enough,” Mom said in a stern, threatening voice, “first, let’s discuss last night.”“Nothing to discuss, just had one or two or sixteen too many.”“And that’s your excuse. ” “Alright Linda,” I said and lowered my hands from the mask. “Whatever you like, I’m glad that I was able to satisfy you.” “This was by far the best night I have had at Ménage,” Linda said and giggled. “If you are ever in Evansville,” she said, taking a pen and notebook from the glove compartment, "let me know via this number,” she said as she wrote down a phone number and gave it to me. “I will,” I said and leaned in to kiss her. Our tongues played together until we parted again. “Thank. Das alles kotze mich irgendwann dermaßen an, dass wir einen Streit hatten. Ich bin dann mit der Straßenbahn in die Stadt gefahren, um mich vollaufen zu lassen. Ich muss zugeben, ich hatte schon immer eine leicht bisexuelle Ader, an dem Abend wollte ich es ausprobieren, also ging ich in eine Schwulenbar. Völlig nervös, schwitzend, stand ich im Eingang, ich wollte schon wieder gehen, da rief mir von einer Ecke des Raumes jemand meinen Namen entgegen. Es war mein Chef. Ich hätte gehen sollen, das. Or anyone. I guess I hoped I might miscarry or something. But it didn't happen. And when I went to the doctor at last, it was too late. And now I'm stuck with it!"And with that confession, a fresh flood of tears broke through the dam of Wendy's eyelids, gushed down over her cheeks, flowed into her mouth, cascaded off her chin and dribbled onto her Pro-Nuptia dress."Me too, dearie! Me too!" sympathised Woz, pressing the soggy mass of tissue onto Wendy's face. "So, you staying with your Mum.