clothing and tossed them on. She took a deep, cleansing breath and squared her shoulders.
“Let’s get cooking.”
* * * *
“Do you think they know what happened?” Dave lay on his back, staring at the cracked ceiling, his cock finally limp. And sticky. “I can’t believe we—”
“Yeah.” Frank’s voice sounded dreamy. He turned on his side and gazed at Dave. God, he was so beautiful . He shut his eyes and blessed a benevolent God for giving him this one moment with him.
He wanted more.
“Dave, I hope you don’t regret what happened. I know you love Shari. Please, don’t feel like you cheated on her. After all, you weren’t with another woman.” He ran his fingers down Dave’s chest. “It was just me.”
Dave looked at Frank’s hand resting on his chest. My God, what that hand had done to me. Made me come. Made me groan. Made me happy.
“I have to think.”
He got up and found his underwear. He looked at the skimpy blue material and clenched his hand before he pulled on the jock and opened the door.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he announced and firmly closed the door behind him.
* * * *
Lunch was a quiet affair. Marcie finally gave up trying to lighten the mood after the third funny story.
“Okay, we’re done. Here’s the skinny, gang. Remember that game we’ve been playing? Remember the rules? No recriminations—no matter what. I think it’s great that you all finally revealed your secrets to each other. Let’s just get past this. We still don’t know when or if the plow is coming. I really don’t want to spend my final days surrounded by silence and playing with my vibrator.”
Shari’s lips twitched.
“Ah, ah, I see a smile. Wait, wait, Miss Shari is starting to smile. Hmm, maybe if I say the word ‘vibrator’ again, one of you strong, silent types may smile, too.”
She gazed at the two men.
“Aha! Detective Harris, arrest this man for laughing at lame jokes. And while you’re at it, put yourself on report for cracking a smile while on duty.”
Dave leaned over the table and kissed Marcie’s cheek. “Enough, woman. You made your point.” He turned to Shari and Frank. “I love you both.” He looked at Marcie. “I think I even love you.” He paused. “Maybe.”
She let loose a whoop of laughter. “Good enough for me. Now, behave, guys.”
“Yes, mama,” Frank said. “I’ll be good…but not too good.”
Shari chimed in a throaty, femme fatale impersonation. “After all, goodness is highly overrated.”
* * * *
“Aw, come on guys, one more game?” Marcie wheedled. “I’m the only one who hasn’t won yet. The odds are in my favor.”
Dave threw another log on the fire and shook his head. “It’s pure chance which way the dreidel falls.”
“Aw, please? Look, if I don’t wind up being the first one naked, I won’t ask for another try. I promise. Hey, I probably won’t win. It would be a miracle.”
“I don’t think that’s the kind of miracle that’s granted,” Shari offered in all seriousness.
“Well, there you go.” Marcie smiled. “I believe in miracles.”
Frank picked up the dreidel. “I’ll spin first.”
* * * *
Marcie gazed at the Hebrew letter engraved on the side of the top. A gimmel . Three pieces of clothing to take off. And then she’d be naked. She hadn’t thought it was going to happen.
She’d won.
“It’s a miracle .” Shari’s voice was hushed.
Dave laughed. “Just luck.”
Marcie took off her thong, bra, and fuzzy slippers and stood up.
“I don’t know what it was, and I’m not going to try and guess.” She looked at Shari. “Girl, if you want, I have my vibrator in my purse in the bedroom. But sorry, hon. I want you and you.” She pointed to Dave and Frank, still sitting on the floor by the fire.
“Both of us?” Frank asked.
Marcie nodded. “Winner’s choice, remember. And Dave, we’ll use your bedroom.” She laughed slyly. “You have more toys there. Well, what are you guys
“Let’s get cooking.”
* * * *
“Do you think they know what happened?” Dave lay on his back, staring at the cracked ceiling, his cock finally limp. And sticky. “I can’t believe we—”
“Yeah.” Frank’s voice sounded dreamy. He turned on his side and gazed at Dave. God, he was so beautiful . He shut his eyes and blessed a benevolent God for giving him this one moment with him.
He wanted more.
“Dave, I hope you don’t regret what happened. I know you love Shari. Please, don’t feel like you cheated on her. After all, you weren’t with another woman.” He ran his fingers down Dave’s chest. “It was just me.”
Dave looked at Frank’s hand resting on his chest. My God, what that hand had done to me. Made me come. Made me groan. Made me happy.
“I have to think.”
He got up and found his underwear. He looked at the skimpy blue material and clenched his hand before he pulled on the jock and opened the door.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he announced and firmly closed the door behind him.
* * * *
Lunch was a quiet affair. Marcie finally gave up trying to lighten the mood after the third funny story.
“Okay, we’re done. Here’s the skinny, gang. Remember that game we’ve been playing? Remember the rules? No recriminations—no matter what. I think it’s great that you all finally revealed your secrets to each other. Let’s just get past this. We still don’t know when or if the plow is coming. I really don’t want to spend my final days surrounded by silence and playing with my vibrator.”
Shari’s lips twitched.
“Ah, ah, I see a smile. Wait, wait, Miss Shari is starting to smile. Hmm, maybe if I say the word ‘vibrator’ again, one of you strong, silent types may smile, too.”
She gazed at the two men.
“Aha! Detective Harris, arrest this man for laughing at lame jokes. And while you’re at it, put yourself on report for cracking a smile while on duty.”
Dave leaned over the table and kissed Marcie’s cheek. “Enough, woman. You made your point.” He turned to Shari and Frank. “I love you both.” He looked at Marcie. “I think I even love you.” He paused. “Maybe.”
She let loose a whoop of laughter. “Good enough for me. Now, behave, guys.”
“Yes, mama,” Frank said. “I’ll be good…but not too good.”
Shari chimed in a throaty, femme fatale impersonation. “After all, goodness is highly overrated.”
* * * *
“Aw, come on guys, one more game?” Marcie wheedled. “I’m the only one who hasn’t won yet. The odds are in my favor.”
Dave threw another log on the fire and shook his head. “It’s pure chance which way the dreidel falls.”
“Aw, please? Look, if I don’t wind up being the first one naked, I won’t ask for another try. I promise. Hey, I probably won’t win. It would be a miracle.”
“I don’t think that’s the kind of miracle that’s granted,” Shari offered in all seriousness.
“Well, there you go.” Marcie smiled. “I believe in miracles.”
Frank picked up the dreidel. “I’ll spin first.”
* * * *
Marcie gazed at the Hebrew letter engraved on the side of the top. A gimmel . Three pieces of clothing to take off. And then she’d be naked. She hadn’t thought it was going to happen.
She’d won.
“It’s a miracle .” Shari’s voice was hushed.
Dave laughed. “Just luck.”
Marcie took off her thong, bra, and fuzzy slippers and stood up.
“I don’t know what it was, and I’m not going to try and guess.” She looked at Shari. “Girl, if you want, I have my vibrator in my purse in the bedroom. But sorry, hon. I want you and you.” She pointed to Dave and Frank, still sitting on the floor by the fire.
“Both of us?” Frank asked.
Marcie nodded. “Winner’s choice, remember. And Dave, we’ll use your bedroom.” She laughed slyly. “You have more toys there. Well, what are you guys
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