Promise me that.”
“I promise. I’ll come over when I’m ready.”
What was she talking about? Indian hot xxx Why was she even trying? With people watching, people cheering. I didn’t like it at all the one time we were there. She reached the ice a second time and waved her glass for more. Reckon we should get back before your business only buddy gets into a fidget. “And then?”
She was whispering now, so softly it was hard to understand her. “Did you tell her about our afternoon at the lake?”
“Some of it. Something terrible.”
“The kids?” He had a sudden bout of terror. The bar had high stools, and there were tables right next to it. There it was, lying on the bed, right above the panties. “Never saw them this busy. They sat in glum silence as she finished her salad and Brad’s ribs arrived. She could hear the toilet flushing, the shower hissing for a couple minutes. She was dripping so much that the rubbing had lubed him up. “Why don’t you wear sandals?”
“Don’t like them. Shit if I’d known that I would have flown back to Boston and met them there.”
“Dance?”
“Yeah this cousin is a dancer. A gush, and it was over. There was something about us being dressed as nymphs and we’re going to do some sort of dance thing throwing flower petals
