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"Well, I can pick up your dress for you and take it to my place. Thursday, we are doing your bachelorette party. It will be there for you. And of course I'll watch the kid. What are you guys going to do?" She asks.
 
"Oh, shit, right, bacherlorette party," I say, smacking my forehead. "I might have a dress for that." I look around the bar and smile at Riley. "I'm going to pretend to be a freshman and he's going to 'pick up' at Junior's."
 
"Exactly. But he wants a more. . . shall we say, 'virginal' side of me," I say, giggling. "I've even got the perfect outfit for it." I show her a picture of that too. "You think he'll be able to keep his hands off of me?"
 
She laughs. "Don't worry about his....hands," she says. "You know when you are both 50 he'll want you doing this stuff or finding him a threesome friend under 25, right?" She rolls her eyes, grinning.
 
I laugh as well, rolling my eyes. "I hope my LIBIDO is still up and running at 50!" I tease. "Well, we better get to work," I add. I kiss her cheek discreetly again. "Come over to our place around 5 for the baby."
 
"Sounds good," she says. I come out with Scott and he continues to the kitchen. I lean against the bar. "Scott," I say, "got kicked out of his parents' house," I tell you and Riley.
 
"Oh, shit, that sucks," I say. "Sorry about that, man." I kiss your cheek. "Hang on, party of five coming in," I say, running off to the hostess stand.
 
I watch you seat the table and wave you back over. "Well, he wants to stay with us for a few days," I watch for your reaction.
 
I raise an eyebrow. "Um. . . okay?" I squeak out. "We'll talk about this later, the March party- you know, the reservation of 20 people for that business dinner?- is about to walk through the door." I sprint back over to the hostess stand, essentially saying with my body, no.
 
I roll my eyes, not knowing what to do, visibly being upset at you avoiding the discussion. Riley gives a "Don't look at me" look before I head back to my office.
 
Once I get everyone settled in, I ask Riley to watch the stand and come back to your office. "Baby? It's me. Sorry I kept running off, but the March party was important," I say. I come in and sit down on a chair. "So. Scott. I'm not sure how I feel about him staying with us. . . how long would it be?" I ask.
 
I sigh. "I'm not. . . I don't know, baby. I mean, he's a good guy and all but. . .he EYE FUCKS me all the time. And it makes me queasy. It's not a very good feeling."
 
I cross my arms as well. "Are we going to argue about this? A woman knows when she's being eye fucked. He does. End of discussion. If he needs a place to stay, fine, he can stay." I was getting a little snippy, as the wedding preparations were starting to take a toll on me.
 
"It's fine," I say. "We'll figure some other place for," I get interrupted by a knock on the door. You open it where you stand, and it's Scott. He eyes your backside up and down before telling me the grates are done.

"Thanks, man," I say. "You can clock out." He leaves and I look back at you.
 
"He did it. And it's fine, he can stay at our place," I say. I smile one of my "just do it or I'll scream" smiles. "Please just do it, alright? As long as he stays out of my way when it comes to the baby and wedding planning. Riley's coming over at five. I'm going back to work, unless you need me more?"
 
I stand up and kiss you. "I'll figure some other place for him." I pat your butt as you turn to the door. "We're playing tomorrow, right?" I grin.
 
I smile mischievously over my shoulder. "Of course, baby," I say. I come back and give you a warm, sweet kiss. "I love you, baby."
 
"Love you too." The rest of the night goes fine, and I set Scott up to stay at my brother's place for three days. The next evening, I change at the bar into some designer jeans and a nice shirt for going out, looking my best before heading toward Junior's.
 
I watch you enter and sit across the bar. Before I can act, a guy approaches you and sits next to you. "Hey," he says. "I'm Brian," he says. "Are you, uh.....you go to school here?" He asks.
 
"Perhaps," I say, with a toss of my hair, where I see you and wink. I cross my legs and ask for a rum and coke.
 
The bartender gets your drink and the guy continues. "Have I seen you somewhere? I think at the bar on Campus Corner right?"he asks. I watch him hit on you from afar, turned on.
 
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