“You’re right, Father. Now please leave. Tell Mom hello, and as always, you two are welcome to join Gia and me for Thanksgiving.”
Six weeks is enough notice for my father to clean up his act, apologize to Gia, and make amends. Discord in the family is another heavy weight on my shoulders.
He marches to the door and leaves without so much as a terse goodbye. See what I mean about niceties and common decency?
Pissed that he dare think Blaise is strange, I grab my wallet and jacket and head into the office.
Otherwise, I’ll want to wake up my wife with feather-like kisses to her body, from her lips to her pussy lips, using the satin as our kink of choice.
Kink. Feather.
I get a delicious idea, and with lightness to my steps, I make a mental note to fire my secretary and, on my way home tonight, to stop by the lingerie store.