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In conventionalhow appropriate it would be for the husband—that would be an—and take the plate from her hand

Set it to the side

Turn her in his ar hell out of her

A kiss that would turn deep and sexual, which would lead to clothes co off and a quick hard fuck with her bent over the kitchen table

“Here you go,” Regan chirps as she sets the plate in front ofto God she can’t see I’ve got a hard-on now “What do you want to drink?”

“Uwhat expression I have on ht now

Regan brings me a water, fixes herself a plate, then sits on the opposite side of the table We stare at each other a ht s in”

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When I put the knife to the pot roast, it falls apart, shredding with the slightest bit of contact The steaain, and I have a vivid flashback ofdown to this same exact meal for my birthday one year I was about fourteen or fifteen, so table only had seating for eight There were nine of us in total, so we just pulled a kitchen chair in and Regan squeezed into the corner of the table since she was the smallest

It’s a good memory, but it fades away as I take my first bite of the pot roast It’s perfectly seasoned and tastes exactly like an went to the trouble She could have easily Googled a recipe, but she went the extra step to call up my mother, who I’m sure was all too thrilled to help her out

“This is ae of my fork to split a piece of potato in half “Thank you”

Shrugging, she spears a carrot “It gaveto do I’m bored”

“You’ll find so soon, I’m sure,” I reply She’s used this week to put in applications to severalup front about starting school in the fall, so she’ll get passed up by co committed, full-time nurses “Were you able to set up your next treatment?”

“I’ve got an appointer on Monday”