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Following the aborted orgy with the women, I hurriedly apologized to Jeri and Brenda for our abrupt departure and took Sasha’s hand. We never looked back as we made our way to the car. On the way back to Mom’s place, I focused on driving. Sasha sat in the passenger seat, quiet except for an occasional sniffle. She was silently crying as I drove, but I wanted to wait until we got back before I spoke to her. Once I pulled into the driveway and shut off the car I turned to her. “I feel that I owe you an explanation for denying you your fantasy,” I said to her. “Sasha, I don’t know if I can fully explain what happened to me back there, but it didn’t feel right anymore. I realized that I love you more than anything else in this world, and I couldn’t sit and watch another woman do the things that I should be doing. I want so much more for you and for us. I’m sorry if I disappointed you tonight.” Sasha tried to hold back her tears, but they fell despite her best efforts. “No, Brandon, you don’t owe me anything. You gave me everything back at their house. I could see it in your eyes, my darling. I could see the love you have for me and I understood. I understood everything, and I knew that I couldn’t go through with it. I felt your love at that moment and I wanted only you. These aren’t tears of sadness, my love, they are for the joy I feel in my heart. I’m the luckiest woman on Earth.” We went inside and got ready for bed. We lay together on the bed, naked as newborns, and we just talked. We talked about our childhood experiences, talked about lovers we had, embarrassing moments in our lives that provoked laughter and, mostly, what we wanted from life. By the time we finished there was no need to physically make love, for we had been doing it all night long as we got to know each other’s souls. Sasha drifted off to sleep in my arms as I smiled. She was the one, of that I was now certain. The next morning I crept out of bed before Sasha could awaken. I checked to see that Mom hadn’t gotten up yet and slipped downstairs and into the kitchen. Within minutes I had begun preparing breakfast for the two wonderful ladies in my life. Before long the house was filled with the aroma of my efforts and I waited to see who would get up first. Surprisingly, it was a tie. Both Mom and Sasha walked into the kitchen together, arm in arm and chatting away like old friends. “Brandon, that smells divine,” said Sasha. “Maryanne, did you teach your son how to get around the kitchen?” “No, I’m afraid I can’t take the credit for that,” said Mom. “He learned all of his culinary skills from his father.” I smiled at the last comment. “Dad was the cook around here, but only because he loved to do it and Mom let him have his way. Mom has been known to whip up a pretty mean Mexican casserole, among other things.” I met them both as I beckoned them to sit down and gave them each a kiss. “I hope you both slept well. Mom, how are you feeling?” “Like a new woman, dear. It’s amazing what blood flow to the old ticker Erenköy escort bayan will do.” I haven’t seen Mom beam like this for a long time. I was happy that things were going well for her. She deserved good health and happiness. I brought all of the food over to the table and we all dug in. As my two ladies helped themselves, I brought a big carafe of coffee to the table and poured them each a cup. “My goodness, Brandon,” said Sasha. “You are going to spoil me with all of this attention.” “Get used to it, darling. I intend to pamper you.” “Well, Mom,” I said. “What’s on your schedule for today?” “I’m going to have lunch with Jeri and Brenda. We need to get serious about the house issue. I’ve decided that I’m going to go along with them and get a place for ourselves. That means I will be putting this place up for sale.” Sasha and I looked at each other at the mention of Jeri and Brenda. She nodded her head to me as if to say that everything was good with her. I turned to Mom. “Mom, let me know when you plan to see them today. There are a few things I need to discuss with you.” “Of course, Brandon. Nothing too serious, I hope?” “Could be, you never know with me.” “By the way, how long are you two planning on staying?” I want to plan something for all of us before you leave.” “Well, Sasha,” I said. “When do we need to be back?” “Today is Wednesday, and I have a recording session scheduled for Monday. It’s backing vocals for a friend of ours, so I don’t want to miss it. We could fly out on Sunday, if that’s okay with you.” “That would be fine. I have a pre-tour meeting with someone on Wednesday. Looks like it’s just a short North American tour this time, but you never know.” I turned to Mom. “Mom, we’re here until Sunday.” Mom smiled at us. “Then I’ll make some plans for Saturday night, if that’s okay with you. Somewhere romantic.” I looked at Sasha and rolled my eyes. Sasha threw a croissant at me. We finished the breakfast and Mom and Sasha wouldn’t allow me to clean up. In fact, they kicked me out of the kitchen so they could do it. About an hour later I found Mom in the sunroom reading a book. “Mom, is this a bad time?” “Nonsense, Brandon. I always have time for my favorite son.” Seeing that I was her only child, I laughed at this. “Mom, I can’t lie to you. This is something serious.” Mom’s brow wrinkled as I spoke those words. “Brandon, my dear. Is something wrong?” “No, Mom,” I said to her. “Actually, everything is great, but I need to tell you something.” Mom sat me down next to her and took my hands in hers. “What do you need, honey?” “Mom, I realized last night that Sasha is the one. I can’t imagine this life without her at my side. I wanted you to know that I’ve found the love of my life.” That brought the tears. Mom’s eyes glassed over and she began to cry. “Oh, Brandon, I’m so happy for both of you. Sasha has been like a daughter to me.” “Mom, I just need to know where you want to go on Saturday night. If it’s okay Escort içerenköy with you, I’d like to make the reservation and all of the arrangements. I want this night to be perfect.” “That would be sweet of you. I was thinking about going to The Tuscan Table. It’s a nice place, fairly new, but it’s one of the best restaurants around.” Later that morning I contacted the restaurant and explained what I wanted to do. They were very helpful, even offering some suggestions based on their previous experience. We worked everything out, right down to the dessert. This was going to be a night to remember. That afternoon Sasha and went downtown for a light lunch. Before we did, we walked around, window shopping. We went by some jewelry stores and I was watching to see if she lingered to look at anything. Sure enough, she stood there looking at something which caught her eye. “Do you want to go inside and take a closer look?” I said. “What are you looking for?” Sasha gave me a coy smile and took my hand, leading me inside the store. We went straight to the ring section. I jokingly froze, feigning fear at looking any further. Sasha playfully punched me in the arm. “C’mon, Brandon. It’s not what you think it is.” She looked at several, and asked a salesman if she could see the one in the window display. He agreed, and brought back this simple-looking ring with a cluster of diamonds surrounding one large diamond. It was nice, but clearly not the best one in the store. “Why that one?” I asked her. There are so many with bigger and splashier settings, so why this one?” “It reminds me of the one my mother had. It’s just beautiful. I have a thing about trying to find one like it whenever I see a jewelry store. This is the first place that’s even come close.” There were tears in her eyes when she told me that. I figured it was time to go to lunch before she began sobbing. I took her by the arm and hustled her out of there before things got out of hand. We had a nice light lunch. Afterwards, we went window shopping again, but this time at clothing stores. Much safer. When we got home there was a note from Mom. She had gone out to lunch with Jeri and Brenda, but wanted to know if dinner at home was okay with us. She said that she was in the mood for grilled steak, like Dad used to make. “Sasha, we need to go to the store. I’ll pick out the steaks if you’ll help me select the ingredients for an appropriate side dish.” “Sounds good, darling. I’ll make you a deal. You can grill the steaks, but I get to make the sides. Does your mom have a grill basket?” “I’m sure she does. Dad had every gadget and gizmo under the sun, but he was at his best when he kept it simple. What do you have in mind?” “Veggies, my dear. There’s nothing like some olive oil and veggies toasted on an open grill. Simple to do and oh, so delicious. And they’re a perfect compliment to steaks. Maybe some half-ears of corn as well.” “Sounds wonderful, Sasha. Let’s go shopping.” While we Tuzla escort shopped I couldn’t help but notice all of the men (and a few women) who either simply stopped and stared at Sasha or nearly broke their necks doing a double take as we passed them. It made me feel how truly lucky I was to have her at my side and to have her love. “It’s a pity, don’t you think?” said Sasha. Her comment caught me off guard. “What’s a pity?” “I see you checking out those people who are checking me out,” she laughed. “The pity is that none of them will ever have what I’ve got, and that is the love of a good man named Brandon.” I was once again dumbfounded by her. She just knew what to say to make me feel secure again. “You know that when you say those things you make me horny as hell. I think I could take you right here in the produce section.” “I don’t know honey, they’ve got some damn big cucumbers here. I may be falling in love with the vegetables!” I pulled her close and kissed her as she giggled. I got three exquisite porterhouse steaks for our dinner and Sasha got a variety of fresh vegetables to grill. Mom was going to love this dinner.We finished our shopping excursion and headed home. I was hoping we had time for a little amorous playtime before we started preparing dinner, but Mom’s car was there, so there wouldn’t be any chance of kitchen sex. Sasha sensed my disappointment. “Don’t worry, baby,” she whispered as I parked the car. “I’ll give you a chance to give me that big cucumber of yours later tonight.” She reached over and gave me a squeeze as she said that, a lewd smile breaking out across her lips. Then she started laughing and ran to the house, her bag of veggies in tow. “Brandon, I hear you were a bad boy at the supermarket,” said Mom. “Sasha said you were eying up all of the women.” Sasha stood to the side, fighting unsuccessfully to keep from laughing. “Oh, she told you that, did she? I’ll have you know that the only guy who doesn’t need neck surgery from doing a double-take when we walked by was this poor old blind guy. And even at that, his service dog was sniffing around.” Sasha couldn’t hold it back any longer and broke into hysterical laughter. “Maryanne, he’s telling the truth, except the part about the blind guy.” After that exchange of whoppers, we got down to the business of preparing dinner. I was seasoning the steaks while Mom and Sasha cut up the vegetables. Sasha asked Mom about some spices and Mom got her what she needed. She put all of the cut-up veggies into a storage bag, spritzed them with olive oil and then put in a wide variety of spices and seasoning that would make Colonel Sanders proud. She vigorously shook everything up and then got a large grill basket to put them in when the time was right. “It looks like a lot, but just wait until you taste it,” she said. I got out a nice bottle of red and opened it. Soon it would be showtime on the grill. Luckily Dad had an aircraft carrier for a grill so there was plenty of room for the three steaks and the big-assed grill basket chock full of veggies. We worked side by side as Mom ran into the house and returned with her camera. Mom fired off picture after picture of the two of us working the grill. I knew what was on her mind. She was thinking about Dad. He would have loved Sasha. Finally we sat down.

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