"We didn't have time," Kevin said, a meaningful grimace at his giggling wife. He shifted off the chair he had just sat on. "Oh, oh. What's a martini without olives?" he asked, striding to the refrigerator. Liz couldn't help admiring the sight of her son's long sinuous legs and the boyish roundness of his ass as he turned his back to Natalie and Liz. But that's a natural observation of a devoted mother, she told herself. After all, she had washed it and powered it years ago and fit it in trousers as it grew. Now, suddenly, it belonged to someone else. A terrible and unreasonable surge of the unfairness of it swept over her. Maybe she was just nervous, Liz abruptly thought, because Tom wasn't home to meet his new daughter-in-law. It would have been easier with him even with his odd detached behavior. Somehow Liz just didn't know what to say or think or feel. In fact, when she felt anything at all, all she could feel was the lonely loss of her son! But why was that a loss? He was right there with her. But he was not with her alone. There was the sex-kitten, Natalie, with her bleach blond hair and her rambunctious liveliness that ought to be charming the older woman. She should be good company. But just then the sex-kitten spoke on a subject that should have been out of bounds for a daughter-in-law, it seemed to Liz.

"Worried about Tom?" the girl asked.

"Mr. Rouelle is working late, I'm afraid," Liz answered coldly. The tone of the young girl's voice had definitely been a prying one. Liz was astounded at such brazenness, but it sort of went with the tight fitting shorts and jersey. The shorts seemed molded to the sensuous vee of her crotch and the gentle curve of her genital area. Everything was clearly evident from beneath the tight press of the cotton pants.

"I'm sorry," Natalie laughed at herself. "I get nudgy when Kevin is away, too. I miss him, but you understand." Natalie gave Liz a warm-eyed smile and drew her chair up closer to her and leaned across the dining room table, which was all set for dinner when the shish kebab would be ready. The young blond ran one of her fingers in an almost conscious gesture across the large smoothly uplifting rise of her tits, finally settling her hand on the curve of her lovely neck.