Brenda and Fritz woke up in each others arms. They had a tame Friday night, takeout dinner, movie, bath, late night conversation and bed. Brenda tired him out Thursday after he returned from Chicago and a little bit more on Friday morning.

Fritz heard a howl. He got up and took Hunter outside. He returned to bed.

Fritz gave Brenda a kiss. "Good morning."

"Want to get breakfast."

"Yeah. In a little while." He had a smirk on his face. He rolled on top of her and began kissing her face and jaw line. She ran her fingers through his hair, and they sunk into the sheets. They tossed and tussled with each other as they got themseves ready for action. The sunlight shined on them as they slipped under the blankets and got their morning started. He found his way inside her, and she began to moan. They muttered and gasped as he slowly thrusted. His lips found her earlobe and his teeth began to nibble.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she pulled him closer to her. "Have me," she hissed into his ear.

He grabbed her hips and sped up. "Oooohhhhoooooooohhhhooo," she moaned as he pounded her.

It wasn't long before they both lost it and they collapsed on the bed. They lied quietly for a few minutes. "Breakfast?"

"Yes, Brenda," he laughed. We can go get breakfast."

Flynn's house.

Flynn couldn't believe Marissa brought up marriage. They just started dating. Now that she said it, eh couldn't get the image of Andrea in a wedding dress out of his mind. He imagined kissing her, carrying her to the honeymoon suite, what she was wearing under her wedding dress, their consummation of the marriage. His dick loved the idea of getting married.

Andrea slept peacefully. She got through a night of the kids and despite Andy's fears, it wasn't a total disaster. Flynn watched her sleep. She looked like an angel.

Sharon's House

Sharon was fast asleep. Bobby literally fucked the daylights out of her. He was hungry enough to eat a cow. He got up, put on his boxers, pants and shirt and headed for the kitchen. He surveyed the fridge, eggs, bacon, milk, cheese, mushrooms, broccoli and took them all out the fridge. He grabbed a cutting board and diced the mushrooms. He grabbed a bowl and a whisk and began beating some eggs. He poured in a little milk and some salt and pepper to the eggs. He then began to sear the veggies in one pan and cook the bacon in another.

The smell of bacon lured Rusty out of bed. He wore just his pajama pants. He opened his eyes to see Bobby making breakfast. Sharon must of gotten hers, he thought, and he cooks. Rusty was a little jealous.

"Hey, Rusty."

"Hey, yourself. What happened to Sharon?"

"Still asleep."

"You tire her out."

Bobby laughed. This kid has no idea.

Rusty made some toast

Bobby put the veggies to a side and added the eggs to the pan. He flipped the eggs by shaking the pan, then he added the cheese. Once the eggs were cooked, he made a second omelete.

While the eggs were cooking, he went to the bedroom. "Hey, Sharon. Breakfast is coming up."

She didn't answer. He shook her gently.

"What's going on?"

"Breakfast in 5 minutes."

"That sounds nice."

He went back to the eggs. Sharon eventually stumbled out of bed, a sticky mess from the night before. She fell into the shower and turned it on.

Bobby finished up cooking and Rusty poured himself some milk. He got out the fresh squeezed juice for Sharon. Bobby looked for ingredients to make a bloody mary.

"Where's the vodka?"

"I don't think she has any."

Bobby sighed. He settled for orange juice and sat down.

Sharon didn't even get dressed. She just wore a bathrobe. Her hair was all over the place and she was barely conscious

"Is it possible to have the walk of shame in your own house?"

"Rusty!"

"Sorry, but she looks dead. Sharon, was Bobby too much for you? Can I have him?"

Sharon sighed and began to drink her juice, nice and cold, kept her awake.

"These eggs are awesome, fluffy, not overcooked. Can we keep him?" Rusty loved to eat.

Sharon took a bite, tasty, very tasty.

They didn't talk much. Bobby and Rusty chowed down, and Sharon thought it was an accomplishment that she didn't fall asleep in her food. After breakfast, Rusty cleared the plates. Sharon stumbled back to her bedroom, got dressed, changed the sheets.

Bobby went back to the bedroom. He gave Sharon a kiss. "I got to get home. Hunter probably wants to eat." Sharon's hands found their way to his chest. She kissed him again. "We should do this again."

"We will." He kissed her one last time and was off.

The Beach

Gabriel and Eliza were at the boardwalk. They ate corndogs on sticks and played games. Gabriel won her a giant dinosaur. She loved lugging it around. She had quite the prize

They got to the funnel cake. The wind got sugar everywhere. Gabriel wiped some of it off of her mouth. She responded with a kiss. The dinosaur made it awkward because she didn't want to put it down, but she didn't want to let go of Gabriel either. Gabriel pulled her onto his lap, so she could kiss him and keep her toy. They had all of the time in the world.

Kyle's House

Kyle just got out of the shower. Water dripped from his young, muscular body and all that covered him was a towel. He wasn't sure if he should have made his move the other day. Rusty definitely brushed against his leg. Was it intentional, he didn't know, but his body sure reacted to him. He gave Rusty a call.

"Hello," Rusty spoke into the phone. He didn't even check the id.

"Hey, it's Kyle. You awake."

"Yeah, what's up."

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over, play some basketball."

"Uh Sure." Rusty couldn't play basketball, but whatever.

"Great, I can pick you up. 11"

"Sure."

Rusty didn't know what to wear. He grabbed some shorts, a sleeveless shirt and his sneakers. He didn't even have athletic sneakers. These were just Chucks.

Kyle didn't want to play basketball. He didn't even know why he said that.

Kyle got dressed, put on some board shorts and a t-shirt and headed out the door. He drove to Sharon's house and parked in the driveway. He got the door and rang the bell.

Rusty got to the door first. "Hey, Come on in." Rusty walked down the hall. "Sharon. I'm going to play basketball."

"With who," Sharon came out the door.

"You remember Kyle."

"My friends Jake and Henry are meeting us fo 2."

"Have fun boys."

The boys were off. Sharon drank some hot chocolate and lied on her couch. She needed to recover.

Rusty hoped he wouldn't look stupid playing against these other kids. He wasn't much of a shooter. They got to Kyle's house. Kyle went straight to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

"Drinking before basketball."

"Well... There is no basketball."

"What?" Why am I wearing this stupid outfit?

"I made it up because I wanted you to come over."

"Why didn't you just say so?"

Kyle didn't really have a good answer. He got close to Rusty, their faces within inches of each other. Instead of speaking, he kissed him. His hands found Rusty's back. They made an striking pair, Rusty was taller and leaner, Kyle was shorter and muscular. Kyle broke the kiss. "Let's go upstairs." He grabbed his beer, and they were off.

Rusty thought Kyle's room was so cool. His bed was an old, deconstructed, police wagon, the cage part of the back The cage was open on the top and the posts of the bed were like bars. Kyle's room was covered in old relics and repurposed items. His desk chair was a steel drum. He used an old fisherman's net to hold his sports equipment on the wall. He must have spent a lot of time putting this all together. As Rusty admired the scene, Kyle took off his shirt and his shoes. He knew what he wanted, and he was determined to get it. His arms slipped around Rusty's waist, and he carried him to the bed.

The kissing resumed. Rusty's hands were all over Kyle's chest. They were both quick to bite each other. Kyle yanked off Rusty's shirt and made quick work of his shorts. Rusty ended up on top of Kyle, his legs on either side of him. Kyle was clearly ready for more, and Rusty didn't disappoint. He pulled off the rest of Kyle's clothes and got to work with his mouth.

Kyle grunted. He had no idea how Rusty could be so talented, knowing nothing of Rusty's past. His hands found Rusty's hair, and he gently an his fingers through it as Rusty performed. It didn't take very long. Rusty knew exactly what to do and yes, he swallowed. "Spitters are quitters," said Rusty. Kyle bust out laughing.

It was time to switch places. Kyle knelt in front of Rusty and returned the favor. Rusty closed his eyes, not used to this kind of attention. Kyle used less of his mouth and more of his hands. His hands were strong, and they brought Rusty over the edge. They both collapsed on the bed.

"Is this how you always play basketball?"

"Oh shut up." Kyle hit him with a pillow.

Atlanta

Joyce hated sucking Michael's dick, but she wanted money to go shopping. She sat in front of him, bobbing up and down on his short member. The thought of him made her gag. He thought she loved him, but she loved the money. He was just a fringe disbenefit. She took it in her mouth, but spit it out the first chance she got. As he closed his eyes, she asked him for some money. He pointed to his drawer, and she took $300 and left.

Cousin Jacob set a draft of his counteroffer in the mail to Bobby. He needed his approval before he could send it. Jacob offered no alimony, no pension, no 401k. He offered the main house, if she paid Bobby 1/3 of the market value, noted in the letter there was no vacation house anymore, and he offered to only ask for half of the money from the debt that Bobby paid off when he closed the accounts. Most of that debt was hers. He figured the higher he started, the closer he could get to getting Bobby a good deal.

He then began to smoke some pork. He was having a BBQ and it was going to be awesome.