1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    I’m not done kissing you yet.” I can’t seem to get enough hugs and kisses from my Blue Knight. I hope Patrick is right, but I have to prepare him. I grew up observing the interaction of my father with his close male friends; Dad is totally different with my ex-husband. Dad and his friends will laugh and joke over a glass of wine or a bottle of beer. Sometimes they will argue loudly in heated debates, going back and forth good-naturedly insulting one another. Joe Sebastian has been in Dad’s circle of closest friends since kindergarten and Michael Carbone is the other. Dad held the Jerk in contempt but was polite to him when the family got together. It was contemptuous neutral politeness at best. There was no good-natured arguing or insults tossed back and forth. Dad’s full contempt and rage came out when he picked the ex up and shook him like a terrier shaking a rat. The jerk and coward literally soiled himself. It took those two of those private policemen and the janitor to make Dad let go. Father Joe can argue and shout with the best of them, particularly when he was into his cups. In most cases he is temperate and acts as a moderator to prevent things from getting out of hand; Father Joe is a Roman Catholic Priest who grew up in foster care and his only real family outside of the Church is us. While I was mixing the batter, I was thinking about Susan. I wondered if we will ever grow to like each other. Susan lives two miles up the road. Patrick pointed her house out to ...
    me on the way to get ice cream. But I was tired this morning and could barely keep from yawning. The thought of sleeping until late afternoon was so inviting. Patrick didn’t fail to notice and he insisted that I go to bed, now. Initially I protested, but Patrick kissed my hands and said, “Please, I’ll be fine,” and that was followed by the look. I gratefully went to bed while Patrick made himself breakfast. Patrick: IT DOES MY HEART GOOD to see Marie talking with her parents after almost a year. What is more important than family? I thought about going to see Susan and then decided it best to wait until I talked to Sam. My thoughts these last few days are like a small tornado spinning around in my head despite my outward calm. Marie was exhausted and can barely keep her eyes open. Fortunately she listened to reason and went to bed with some gentle coaxing, however only when I promised to wake her up by three to take her grocery shopping. After Marie settled down to sleep, I telephoned Sam and he brought fresh cut cold cuts; sweet and and sour headcheese and fresh baked bread and we spent much of the early afternoon shooting the bull over coffee and sandwhiches in my shop while I finished the musket stock and started another project from a list of paying customers. Sam explained things to Susan. He also said that Susan seemed to take things better than he expected. Sam apologized for putting me in a pickle. He still can’t get over White Cloud’s almost colt like behavior with ...
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