1. Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Chapter 3


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    shrimp each. Next the four of us shared a stainless steel milk pail full of steaming oysters baked in the shell with hot drawn butter on the side. I ordered a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and Mom stopped the waitress before she could fill it. “Bring us a carafe instead and four glasses,” Mom said to the waitress, “will you partake in a glass Danny? The carafe holds a little more than four glasses. “Yes, Mary, a little wine is fine with me.” When the wine arrived Dad poured. This was the first time I saw my parents drink anything stronger than coffee. Dad raised his glass in a toast, looking right at Danny, “Preferably with a meal and seldom more than two, quite right. God bless this family gathered here today.” “I never realized you and Mom drank, Dad?” I said, taking a small sip. “I was a bit of drinker in my day, Anita, until I met your Mom. We decided that it would set a poor example to drink in front of you or have alcohol in the house. We reserve these strong libations for special occasions such as now or intimate dinners out alone. Your Mom seldom drinks more than one, regardless.” Danny and Dad shared a dozen raw oysters on the half shell while Mom and I shared a heaping bowl of creamy white seafood chowder. That delightful chowder has clams, shrimp, mussels, real crab meat; scallops, potatoes, celery, onion and red bell peppers in it. The waitress timed our selections with the precision of a Chronometer bringing dish after dish, ice cold or steaming hot, with no chance ...
    to cool down or get warm in between. Danny and I ordered the Maine lobster tail dinner. Mom had Cajun crab cakes with a fabulous lime-cucumber-yogurt sauce on the side, while Dad had broiled scallops in a buttery white wine sauce. Everybody had a taste of everything although the next time we go there I’m ordering the crab cakes. Dessert was New York Cheese cake with blueberry or cherry toppings with our cups of coffee. “Well, pops,” Danny said, testing the waters, “would you care for a nip of after dinner brandy with your coffee? This was John’s and my tradition for special occasions before he passed.” “Quite right, rubber ducky, and brandy makes two for a continuing tradition……” There were only two days left until the wedding. It being a Thursday and a work day I wouldn’t be making love to Danny on our futon for a whole eight days until the following Friday. I teased him all day about it: touching and rubbing up against for him to change his mind. All I accomplished was making me horny though. Danny was particularly stern with me saying, “Enough is enough Anita. We have a lot of work to catch on for the Friday and Monday we’re taking off. Remember bad things happen to naughty girls; will you please behave?” and that was that. We worked later than usual to finish our work. Tomorrow is Friday and we will be leaving for Long Island. I had dinner at my parents house and Mom and me checked and double checked our lists, tying up our lose ends. My mind really wasn’t on it though; I ...
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