1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


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

    passed between them. “Not, now, Mary,” Dad, grunted, the perspiration pouring down his face. “Dominick, you promised not to hurt him. Give him a pass for me. How can he work if you break his hand?” “But, Mary, you heard what this mamaluke hayseed said to me on the telephone, “Dad grunted. “And I heard what you said to him so stop the name calling. It is a good thing that he doesn’t understand Italian. Talk it out like gentlemen. I invited Joe over for dinner. I want your word that when I count to three you will both let go.” “I will if he will,” Dad, said, glaring at Patrick, “but I want to hear him say it.”“I give you my word, Mrs. Bernardino “Fine, it’s settled then, one…two…three,” They both let go, clenching and unclenching their hands several times. How I loved Patrick at that moment. I hope he knows what he is doing. “Why don’t you ladies go into the house so that this one and I can get better acquainted,” my father said, deliberately not referring to Patrick by name.” “Yes, please do,” Patrick said smiling, “We are getting along just fine. Aren’t we, Mr. Bernardino?” Patrick slapped my Dad hard on the back surprising him. Dad had to catch himself to keep from stumbling. Wow, that had to hurt. This had me thinking, ‘Well Dad, so much for step one and step two. I bet you won’t arm wrestle with him now.’ “Yes we are,” my Dad said while Patrick braced himself for what was coming, “We are making progress. We have already agreed on something.” Dad slapped Patrick even ...
    harder. From the sound of it and despite the heavy leather jacket Patrick was wearing, that had to really hurt. Mom and I looked at each other smiling “We will all go up together,” Mom suggested “Marie can help me in the kitchen while these two retire to the living room and wait for Joe. Hopefully they will not break anything. Perhaps Patrick would like a glass of wine?” We went into the house together and Dad excused himself to go to the bathroom. Mom went to the kitchen to put water on to boil for the pasta while I took Patrick into the living room. Once there I put my arms around his neck and kissed his lips, “I love you, Patrick Ian Buchanan.” “I love you too, Marie Antoinette Bernardino,” Patrick said, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me tight, “Your Mom is a lovely and gracious woman. Like Mother like daughter as they say.” “What do you think of my Dad?” “The jury is still out on that. What time is it?” "It is about three o’clock, why?” I answered. “Well, we couldn’t arrive here empty-handed. I made arrangements to have a fruit basket delivered. You said pears and oranges were Dad’s favorites. It should be here by now. By the way, what chair does your father like to sit in?” “Don’t you dare?” “I wouldn’t think of it. I have aggravated your Dad enough for now. If I push him too far I might not get dinner and if your Mom’s sauce is anything like yours, I will be missing a feast.” As Patrick said that, Dad walked into the room with a tray holding a decanter of wine ...
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