Remember Mrs. K. from Spanish? She's retired now, but she was there. Then I saw your wife's note in last month's alumni magazine and I knew where you ...ere and I decided to write."Dear god, what is it about high school girlfriends, anyway? There was something authentic, something real there, I knew it. The squirrels in my stomach told me so. It was like walking up to the girl's door on the night of the prom and knowing you're going to have to talk to her father before you can get your hands on. When they entered the bedroom, Dot began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Marsha unwrapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Dot did not see Marsha approach her from behind and gently slip a hand under the blouse and cup a breast. Dot was pleasantly surprised. She's actually taking the lead, she thought. "I want you so bad, Dot." Oh yes," was all Dot could manage, before Marsha's mouth met her own mouth. The two women's tongues entwined, probing, searching. Marsha's mouth moved quickly. Few moments later, my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe my eyes… Right in the center of the living room, my stepmom was surrounded by three naked men. They were so huge and muscular that my mother seemed like a little girl lost among pine trees. She was naked too.It was dark and gloomy with the lights turned off. Quivering with excitement and curiosity, I decided to move closer so I could see more details of this incredible scene. Peeping from behind the couch, I still couldn’t believe that this. “Why don’t I make it easy for you?”“That’s enough!” Moe said as he walked into the room. “This is my wedding. I will not tolerate any of this. Understood! You need to get a grip on yourself Luca.”“How could you invite her?”“Her, meaning Kay?” Moe questioned.“You know who I mean.”“Because Luca, whether you realize it or not we all like Kay. She has become a friend to all of us. That woman went through hell and survived. Maybe you should take a lesson from that.”“She is the best thing that had.