Sorted out the grill and got it ready for the next time. xxx Anyway, I’m going to ask a favor. Oh the usual stuff this is fiction, nothing and no one in this story is real. Lynn’s husband is a bit of a drunk but a fun guy. I felt myself swell. We can grill and have fun. I was seated on the bench at the table and her twirl cause the hem to raise. I whispered, “You are so good! She broke our kiss, being too busy with what I was doing to think about kissing. She put the center of the towel to her nose and sniffed it. At first I figure John is sad about our friends, then I see that he is just drunk.
