Chapter 252

• The meal is magnificent. The lighting was romantic, and my wife's brother is hanging on her like it is their wedding night. After dinner, we move into the den for a cocktail, and the son of a bitch drops his fat ass on the sofa right next to my wife. There is just barely enough room for me to squeeze in on the other side of her. We drink, and we talk, and we drink some more. I begin to think her brother is never going home. Her brother drapes his arm around his sister's shoulder and lets his hand dangle down over her left breast. I can see her nipple get hard when he brushes it with his fingertip. I look at my wife, and she just blushes.
• Finally, I decide I've had enough. I turn to my brother-in-law and say, "I hate to rush things along, but I'm ready to go to bed."
• My brother-in-law puts his drink down on the coffee table and says, “I am so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”