Saturday Afternoon

Gabriel had made plans for the day. He kept Eliza in the dark. Right now, they were having a picnic. While Eliza was sleeping, Gabriel prepared quite a feast. He made chipotle mayonnaise to go with roast turkey and provolone. He made a potato salad and those microwave chocolate cakes in a mug. He also had whipped cream to go on top and homemade peach iced tea to wash it all down.

Everything was delicious. "How did you make this all? I didn't see you."

"I had to be quiet. I got up early and started cooking everything while you were still in bed. When you were in the shower, I brought everything to the car."

She kissed him softly. "You're wonderful." They finished their lunch and Gabriel took them to their next destination. About twenty minutes later, they were pulling up to an abandoned building. Eliza didn't see much to look at. "What is this?"

"You'll see." He took her hand and led her around to the side. She was shocked. It was her painting, on the side of the building, but it was different. She was painted into it."

"How did you?"

"Well I found our friend, and I asked him if he could take your painting and add you to it."

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything." He kissed her passionately.

Flynn's House

Andrea and Flynn were repainting the house. Paint was on sale at Home Depot and the walls looked a bit faded. It was also a chance for Andrea to add some of her own touches to the house. The living room was first. It was once green, but now it was a burnt sienna with a light orange accent wall. It really brought out the fire place and brightened the room. It took a while to prep and paint, but the finished result was great.

They cleaned up the room and went outside as it aired out. "Your living room looks great," she told him.

"Our living room is perfect." He kissed her, transferring paint from her nose to his

Kyle's House

They always had a cookout after Thanksgiving. The leftover food got repurposed into soups, casseroles and sandwiches and they grilled sausages and burgers to eat along with them.

Kyle turned some of his special butter and the leftover chocolate cake into mud pies. They were quite decadent. He invited John and Kevin over to share in the delights. This was going to be quite an evening.

Kyle found it amusing that Rusty went weak at the knees when John was around. He loved to tease him about it. The boys were playing football in the backyard. Of course, John was playing sans shirt. His pecs were huge and his abs were glistening in the sun. As Rusty learned the hard way, trying to run with an erection sucked.

Florida

The kids were running around in the Park. Charlie, Bobby and Frank snuck away to smoke a joint. Sharon and Fritz were debating the merits of Irish food vs German food. It's no surprise where each person fell in the debate. Clay was reading his newspaper. Frank and Brenda were chatting in French. Is was fun to speak French. Brenda didn't do it very often.

Sharon looked over at them. Isn't that cute. Fritz looked over and teased her. "Hey Brenda. Stop flirting with your brother's boyfriend."

Brenda stuck out her tongue at him. She would flirt with Fritzi in French if he knew it. He should know German. What kind of German was he?

"This is some great shit," Bobby told his brother.

"You live in Cali now. Don't you have good stuff?"

"I don't have a source, outside of Rusty and his boyfriend."

"You're in California and can't find weed. Really Dad?"

"Well, you'll have to find me some when you get to LA."

"Isn't that great father/daughter bonding!"

"Why don't you just get a medical card?"

"I can do that?"

Charlie shook her head. Her father had a lot to learn. She started to chew gum. She gave a piece to her father and to her uncle. Jimmy started pumping this strange chamber.

"What is that?"

"It infuses the smell of papaya. It's great for masking the smell of weed."

"But now, we'll smell like Papaya."

Jimmy had some papaya slices and started to eat them. "Want some."

"You're weird, but I like it." They enjoyed the snack and then headed back.

"I can't believe you think German bar food is better than Irish bar food."

"Of course it's better. Who wouldn't want schnitzel over shepherds pie?"

"We Irish can make a lot more than Shepherds pie."

"Oh yeah! Fish and chips and blood pudding."

"I've had enough of your blasphemy. You are coming to a proper Irish dinner and you will eat your words."

"I can't wait." Fritz won out. "And when you have a German dinner, you will eat yours."

"Fine!"

Brenda and Frank were making fun of both of them in French. It was quite amusing.

Charlie and her crew returned to the rest of the family.

"How much do you want to bet they were toking?" Frank said in French. Brenda giggled.

"I heard that," Charlie responded, not that she knew what it meant.

It was time to head back. "Why don't we all go out to dinner?" Brenda suggested.

"We have no reservations," Fritz pointed out.

"There's this great Chinese place that takes no reservations," Trey responded.

"Can they seat all of us?" Sharon asked.

"As long as we pay cash, they don't care," Katie added. "Also, their crispy fish is excellent."

"Sold!" Brenda called out.

The groups headed back to change and have some down time before dinner. Clay Jr. wasn't in much of a celebratory mood. "Why are we going out?"

"Because your family is leaving tomorrow, and we thought it would be fun."

Clay sighed. "Sounds like a waste of money."

"It's Chinese food, not foie gras."

"Fine!"

Fritz stopped by the ATM to get more cash. Brenda wasn't sure if this place had alcohol. She asked Bobby if he knew. "Chinese food places usually don't. Let's pack our own, just in case." Charlie filled her flask. Bobby filled his. Brenda had no flask. She had a drink at the bar to start off, and she got a couple of those one shots she could hide in her purse.

Bobby and Charlie also had a brownie. Brenda was a little jealous. "You could have one too," Charlie said, noticing her eyes.

"You know I can't."

"Of course. You can risk getting shot at but a plant is scary."

"I'm not scared."

"Sure you're not." Charlie smirked. She broke one in half. "Half won't do too much."

"If I got caught."

"How would you get caught? Do you get tested?"

"Well, no."

Charlie handed it over. Impulsively, Brenda gobbled it up. This was going to be an entertaining dinner.

Marcus was on the phone with his grandmother. He told her about the museum, but he skipped over the rough housing. He sent her pictures of the museum.

The family reconvened at the restaurant. Jr. and Jimmy didn't speak. Clay hoped there wouldn't be an argument. Susan gave her name. She had a party of 14. They were getting two tables of 7 next to each other. Brenda was browsing through the menu. The drink was starting to get to her. The brownie hadn't given affect yet.

One table had Fritz, Brenda, Jimmy, Frank, Trey, Katie and Charlie. The other table had Clay Sr., Susan, Clay Jr., Marcus, Hank Bobby and Sharon. The waitress came to get drinks. They got a pot of tea for each table, waters and soda for the kids. They got a bottle of wine for the adults.

They got scallion pancakes and dumplings to start off. There were a bunch of conversations going on at once. Brenda and Frank were chatting again. Jimmy looked a little jealous, but he was happy that his sister and Frank were getting along. Trey was teasing his sister. She was struggling to eat the scallion pancake with her chopsticks.

"You can just use your hands. It's not rude," Charlie was eating with her hands.

Trey laughed.

"You knew that, didn't you."

He snickered. "It was too much fun watching you struggle." They usually didn't get scallion pancakes.

"Too Hot!" Hank yelled as he bit into a dumpling. It was one with the broth on the inside.

"Be careful," his mother told him.

Clay Sr. wanted to talk to Marcus. He had a lot of questions.

"So I hear you play football."

"Yeah. I'm a strong safety."

"I was a linebacker in my day." That was ages ago. Clay could always appreciate an athletic child. "How long have you been playing."

"My grandpa signed me up when I was 5."

"Were you always defense."

"I used to play quarterback, but the coach said it was a waste of my speed, so I switched."

"Do you like it?"

"It's great. I just wreck the opposition's dreams."

Clay laughed out. "That's hilarious."

"My grandpa always said a man defends his castle. No one scores on my watch. No one."

"That's the spirit. How do you like LA?"

"It's nice. A little smoggy, but the weather's better and the food is great. There's so much grown in California."

"Not like Chicago."

"Nope."

The brownie was starting to get to Brenda. Charlie noticed and was teasing her. Brenda sipped her wine, ignoring her niece. Charlie slipped the second half onto Brenda's lap.

The waitress came back and cleared the appetizers. There was quite a feast on the way.

"Hank, Why don't you play football?"

"Mom says it's violent."

"Of course it's violent. What else is a boy to do for fun?"

Hank laughed at that. "I run cross country."

"If you get a spear and kill an animal, that would be a great sport. Really old school."

Susan shook her head.

"Soccer's more violent," said Trey. "You should see them. If the ref isn't' looking, you will get kicked straight in the nuts."
"Trey!" His mother scolded.

"It's true. They'll also step on your ankles, kick the back of your knees, slide in to you. Soccer is really dirty."

"No wonder you like it," Katie smirked.

"Do you do any sports?" Brenda asked her.

"Not unless you count olympic reading," said Trey with a laugh.

"I prefer reading about the outside world than going out there."

"I was a swimmer in school," said Brenda. "I thought it was fun, but too much chlorine will turn my hair green."

"Green's cool!" said Hank.

"You should try an activity," said Clay Sr.

"Maybe rock climbing would work," said Fritz. "You can go in teams, but it's more of an individual's sport. It's also more about logic."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't just grab arbitrary holds. You have to strategize. The choices you make determine if you will get to the top, how long it will take you, it's like a physical puzzle."

"I like puzzles."

The food started to arrive, a mushroom and bok choy dish, egg foo young, cold sesame noodles, general tso's chicken, crispy whole fish, cashew chicken, steamed red bean buns, beef and broccoli, plenty of rice, and moo shoo pork.

It was all delicious. People dug into dishes left and right. Platters started to disappear. People started sharing off each other's plates, so everyone could taste things. Brenda loved the fish. It had a garlicky, fruity, herby flavor and it was nice and crunchy and flaky.

Sharon enjoyed the cashew chicken and the mushroom dish. Bobby liked the moo shoo pork and the beef and broccoli. Jimmy and Frank shared their plates. It was endearing.

"I don't know what half of this is," Clay Sr. started, "and most of it is slipping out of these chopsticks, but it all tastes very good."

Brenda laughed at him. "We can get you a fork, Dad."

"Thank God."

Brenda waived down the waitress and got her father some western utensils. Brenda started pumping Frank for details about the wedding. "We're still planning," he told her.

"Well tell me when you have a date. I can't miss it." She was rather giggly from the brownie and she loved to gab.

Susan loved going to dinner. She had no dishes to wash, no kitchen to clean. She could just sit down and relax.

Every platter got killed. Hank wanted ice cream. Bobby did too. Many of them were stuffed. Charlie always had room for wine. Dessert came for some of them. After dessert, they stayed and chatted. Jr. groaned, ready to go. Susan ignored him and was chatting with Sharon. Bobby and Hank were talking about sports. Marcus was telling Clay Sr. about growing up in Chicago.

The night winded down. They all said their goodbyes. Brenda gave her father a big hug. "Thanks for coming, Brenda."

They all headed out.

They headed to the hotel and needed to pack. Brenda was horny and she wanted her man. She called Charlie and offered to give her money if she and Marcus wanted to play arcade games downstairs.

"Isn't it a little late?" Fritz said.

"He can sleep on the plane tomorrow."

She sent the kids with some money.

She looked at Fritz hungrily. They kissed, she ravished his mouth and pulled him onto the bed. She started to grind her hips against him. "I want you," she hissed.

He loved it when she was vocal. He unzipped her dress and pulled it off her. She got on her hands and knees and began to wriggle her behind. She was rather tantalizing. He pulled her hips towards him and kissed her neck. She moaned and reached her hand between his legs, rubbing his hardness. It didn't take long for them to shed their clothes. He started to grind against her wetness. She whimpered for him.

He enjoyed her begging, but then he plunged into her. "AWWWW!" she groaned as he began to pump in and out of her. The substances running through her blood got her very hot and bothered. She needed Fritz to take her. She was very loud, grunting and groaning, and bucking back into her. She was completely unabashed, the weed and alcohol taking all of her inhibitions. Fritz didn't know what got into her, but he was loving it. He began to pound her, harder, faster and deeper, and she howled for more.

Her hand slipped between her legs, and she furiously rubbed herself until she came all over. She was gushing all over the bed. He flipped her onto her back and looked into her eyes as he fucked her. Her eyes burned with desire and she pulled him into a wet, sloppy kiss. It wasn't long before he came deep inside of her. They fell into the bed, covered in sweat and smelling strongly of sex. They caught their breath. Then, Fritz pulled off the sheets and put them outside the room. Brenda put on the sheets in the closet and then hopped in the shower. Fritz joined her, and they scrubbed each other, vigorously.

Brenda got down on her knees and sucked her husband, sloppily. She shoved him into her mouth, wanting to taste him. It didn't take very long to grant her wish. He filled her mouth with his seed and she swallowed every drop. They got out the shower and ready for bed.

Marcus came back and got ready for bed. While he and Charlie were gone, Bobby and Sharon had their own fun.

Bobby loved seeing Sharon in her green, short dress. It brought out her eyes and showed off her legs. He cupped her ass and began to neck her.

She moaned into him and pulled him to the bed. They started kissing and touching sloppily, both of their hands ready to play. The clothes came off and they continued to kiss and grapple each other. Bobby rolled on top, and Sharon was desperately trying to flip him. She wanted to ride him. He felt her hips bucking and pulled her up, so they were both vertical. She rolled him over and began to neck him.

He could feel her aggression as she ground into him. He was quite thrilled. This was going to be a fabulous fuck. She tried to push him inside her. He made her wait a little bit. Damn, she wants it. He thought. He loved it when she was a total whore for him.

Sharon felt out of control with her lust. She wanted him so bad. She bit down on his neck. He finally pushed his way into her. She growled loudly. He looked in her eyes. They were a fiery green. She firmly pressed her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Her hips bucked against him. It took all of her self restraint, to not go buck wild on him. He felt amazing. He angled his hips, so he rubbed against her g-spot as she rode him.

She looked amazing, her hair gently flowing from her face, breasts bouncing and heaving, back arched and her eyes devilish. He slowly thrust into her as she rode. His hands found her nipples and pinched them and tugged on them. She groaned for him and bit down on her lip. His hands travelled down her body and he found her clit. He slowly pressed against it, eliciting a gasp from her. He rubbed it intently, causing her to lose it and cum all over him.

He rolled her onto her hands and knees and took her from behind. She thrust her hips into him, and he pounded her. She came for him again and again and finally, he came deep inside of her. The place smelled like a whorehouse. She stripped the sheets and put them outside. Bobby changed the sheets and they took a shower together. They were in the shower when Charlie came back.

What hos, she thought as she got ready for bed.