1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


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

    1786 to the present nobody in your family had the brains to pick up a skilled trade but you?” "You have a big mouth, Mr. Bernardino” and I put my wine glass down and stood up. “You are treading on thin ice when you insult my family; do you want to settle up now?” The good Reverend Joe was taking it all in and smiling, “He’s got you there, Dom. You crossed the line. You would have hit Patrick if he insulted your family. Did you forget the way Mary’s father treated you? Mary’s father didn’t want his daughter marrying an Italian, Patrick. They wanted Mary to marry the doctor she was dating when she first met Dominick. Mary was a Presbyterian when they married, but embraced the Catholic Church after Marie was born.” “Wait a minute, son, Mr. Bernardino said, back-peddling, “Sit down. I’m sure you come from a fine family. I take back everything I said or inferred about them. It’s you I don’t like, and I am entitled to my opinion in my own house. Let me fill your wine glass. You told me on the telephone that you love Marie.” “That is true, and I say it again, I love Marie.” “Marie, Mary,” Mr. Bernardino called, “will you come in here please?” and when they did “Marie, do you love this man, this Patrick Buchanan?” “Of course I do, Dad,” I replied, walking over to Patrick and squeezing his hand.” “Did you swear at him? Did you really let him have it? That’s my girl.” “I did, but only after Patrick wouldn’t let me hit him with a shovel or punch him in the nose.” “The Saints preserve ...
    us! Marie hit you with a shovel and you still wanted to come here to meet us, Patrick?” Mr. Bernardino asked “What did you do to get Marie that angry? “Marie didn’t hit me with a shovel. Marie tried to hit me a shovel. I took it away from her. At the time I had no idea why Marie was angry. My wife had a temper, it’s no big deal. When Marie tried to punch me, I pinned her arms until she stopped struggling and calmed down.” “I can believe that. Why was my daughter angry in the first place?” “Marie thought I was still married.” “You are divorced then?” Mr. Bernardino asked, thinking that he found an opening, “What did you do to make your wife leave you?” “My wife, Anne Marie died” I simply answered. “I’m sure your wife Anne Marie was a fine woman,” Mr. Bernardino offered making The Sign of the Cross, “But in your case the saintly woman could have done better, much better.” Mr. Bernardino then raised his glass in a toast, “In memory of Patrick’s saintly wife,” We all took a sip, and then Marie and her mother returned to the kitchen, smiling. Marie: “Are you still planning on spending the night?” Mom asked. “Yes, did something change?” “No, nothing has changed. Thank you for the fruit basket. If you get a bowl down, I’ll put the fruit out on the table after dinner. By the way, I made your favorite dessert, cannolis.” “May I have one now?” “No, you will have to wait with the rest of us.” “What do you think of Patrick, Mom?” “I’ve waited to talk to you face to face, honey,” Mom said, ...
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