I was not happy with my husband at the current time. He'd gone and arranged a barbecue party for Saturday afternoon. Problem was, he didn't tell me about it until Friday evening. It had completely slipped his mind. Still, not a problem, he told me. Just grab some sausages out of the freezer and thaw them. As if that was going to happen.
For a start, I didn't have any sausages in the freezer. Or, chops, steak, mince, or hamburgers, for that matter. I did have a couple of roasts but I couldn't see myself tossing a leg of lamb on the barbie.
First thing Saturday morning, twins in tow, I raced down to the supermarket. As well as meat for the barbecue I needed things for salads and snacks and drinks. You know how every so often you do your best to clean out your fridge and freezer before stocking it afresh? That's the situation I was in. I'd been planning to restock during the coming week.
Once home it was run around and get the salad prepared while fishing the twins out from under the table, off the couch, stop fighting, have some food. Not you - the kids. You go find your own lunch.
By the time our guests arrived I was ready, smiling benignly, everything spic and span and ready to go. Except for the grave. I'd already marked out where I'd bury the bastard but I was too tired to actually dig the grave so it looked like he'd live after all.
Seeing I wasn't going to be the one doing the actual cooking on the barbecue I was finally able to relax. My husband had tossed up the gazebo and I'd moved all the edibles out onto the table under the shade. Brian was now free to cook to his heart's content while I rested and socialised for a while. Mind you, I knew who was going to have to do all the cleaning up afterwards.
I kept an eye on the twins who were being fussed over and spoilt rotten, especially by their grandparents. They were going to be desperate for a nap about three and I'd have to pry them loose before they became too fractious.
Almost on the dot of three I could see them starting to yawn and grizzle. I scooped them up and headed inside. I already had their bottles ready. I had a fifty percent success rate putting them down. Jimmy took his bottle, started sucking, and zonked off. Marie whined. She wanted to be cuddled.
I had Marie cradled in one arm while I walked up and down the hallway, talking softly to her. She was still restless but starting to calm down. At one stage I nipped into the kitchen and for some reason and Mike was there.
Mike is an associate of my in-laws. I've known him for years and he's a nice guy, even if he is of my parent's generation. I chatted with him for a few moments while quietly bouncing Marie.
Now when you have a barbecue the idea is to pick a nice hot day for it. Weather forecasting is quite good these days and you can generally plan things in advance knowing what the weather would be like. This particular day was hot, too hot, really. I'd dressed accordingly, just wearing a light strapless dress. (Might as well pick up a bit of a tan while I'm out there.)
The dress I had on had a build-in bra, saving the need for actually wearing one and no bra straps on display. Quite useful until a small child happens to glom onto the bust-line and jerk downwards. Just like that one of my breasts popped into view, all white and pink and exposed.
My face was bright red and Mike was silently laughing at me and, being a male and a pervert, checking out my breast. I couldn't even pop my breast back into place without putting down Marie and if I did she'd arc up. Mike actually came to my rescue. He hooked my dress back up to where it should be, with only the back of his hand brushing against my curves.
At that point I retreated, taking Marie to the bedroom, finally having her settled down in the cot. Giving a big sigh of relief I headed back towards the barbecue.
When I reached the kitchen Mike was still there.
"A moment," he said, holding up a hand to stop me.
I naturally stopped and looked at him inquiringly and he calmly took hold of the bust-line of my dress and pulled it down, letting both my breasts pop free. I just stood there, mouth open, too startled even to be embarrassed.
"I wanted to make sure they were both as fine as the one," he told me and his hands came up and covered them, weighing them gently, then cupping them while his thumbs rolled my nipples about, coaxing them to life.
