Later that night I am sitting at the table waiting for Mike to put Cathy to bed. Mike apparently is a better bedtime storyteller than me, that ideas informed of with a poking tongue not very long ago.
He did not tell me where he was and what did he do. Can you believe it? Can you believe my s*x tricks not working on him for the very first time in both our lives? Because I cannot.
I have officially given up though. I am so not going to ask him again, ever again and I will keep my men posted trying to get me information on my brother and my ex so that I am able to keep my family safe.
I am nursing my beer when he comes down and walks towards me looking mighty happy.
He comes behind me, bends and kisses my neck and takes the bottle. He takes a long sip and bends while keeping the bottle b
