When putting the milk back in the fridge she pointed to the sodas and shook her head no. Mom seemed amazed at how Molly was treating me like a little ...id.Before she sat down to eat she flipped her thumb around randomly on her phone and I then saw a pop-up in my goggles and my phone dinged.“I like her phone mom,” I said getting my mom’s attention. “It works must be on some level she understands because she texted me something to tell you. She said that her mom is always busy with the youngest. Into the office, straight to the coffee room. Hot water. My French press. My own coffee. And we're good.Brad walks in. He drinks the factory stuff. "How's it going?" he asks."Great! Almost nirvana." Says the guy who's been married two months." Three." I'm surprised you can walk, wreck notwithstanding," Brad laughed.Carole looked at him. "Bradley Sykes! Don't be coarse."Brad took on his trademarked smirk. "I meant that he's still floating among the clouds," he stated innocently."Yeah. Uh-huh...". You pestered me so I gave you a story. How long do you think their coffee breaks were?" she added mockingly. "Can you really imagine me doing something like that?"To be honest I could not, but in fact she had done much, much worse. However it would take me almost ten years to find out – and the evidence would come from someone else. Someone who was there!For the sake of brevity, and not boring the reader, I will summarise the next few years in a short paragraph or two. There were rows and. I reached for the handle and got in. Despite my want for him i was still a bit cautious and wast hoping he wasnt going to be yet another man i had to outsmart. We drove off. The conversation really didnt go over easy and since he hadnt mentioned anything about sex i was wondering where the whole thing was going. I smoked a cigarette and made small talk but honestly i was starting to think he didnt like my petiet body with my round ass and plumb b cup breast.. That couldnt be the case! I have to.