All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 1191 - Chapter 1198

I gave her a stern look. "That's Miss Winifred to you, and I don't know. But it does mean you won't have time to do much homework tomorrow, so I recommend you get a start on it this morning before you go. That goes for you too, Will." My older son stumbled to his customary seat at the table. I wondered if he'd even opened his eyes at all walking down the stairs."Mom, can I have some coffee?""If you want to go make it yourself."To my amazement he actually stood up and made his way over to the Keurig, grabbing a mug and a K-cup of Colombian dark roast.His brother sat up straight. "Can I have a hot chocolate when he's done?""Sure, Charlie. Will, help your brother.""I know how, mom."Paige and I just opted for OJ, and in a few minutes I had my crew gathered around the table. We passed around the food, and I noted how much my daughter took, relieved to see it was a healthy amount. I still felt bad about what I'd said at the dinner. From the age of fourteen my mother had micromanaged

The rest of our meal arrived, giving us something else to talk about as we made our way through the various offerings of meat and sides. I think my favorite was the lamb chop, though the shrimp ran a close second.I dropped an empty shrimp tail onto my plate and sat back, taking a sip of my wine. "So, what's your favorite type of food?""Italian. I remember one time a girlfriend and I snuck away from the team and had this amazing meal overlooking the Mediterranean. It was chicken and fish in this white wine sauce with the most amazing fresh pasta and veggies."It all sounded delicious, but the word that really stuck out to me was 'girlfriend.' I couldn't tell if she meant a romantic partner or a platonic friend, and something told me she was reading my reaction to it."That sounds amazing.""It was. The most amazing meal of my life. But I also love spicy, so I love Thai and Creole/Cajun. They do spicy better than anyone. How about you?""Me? I love seafood, any kind, pretty much. When

"One of my first memories is my mother taking me to a Peter, Paul, and Mary concert. I still remember listening to them playing Puff the Magic Dragon and it was literal magic. When I was in high school I pretended to like Queen, and The Rolling Stones, and Pink Floyd, but Folk was still my true love, even when I wouldn't admit it."Jeanine jumped in. "When I was in college I heard him playing one day in the quad. I'd never heard most of the music, but he played and sang with such depth and passion. I sat there and listened for, like, an hour. I wanted him so bad after that.""And you've had me ever since."They shared a kiss, eyes shining, and almost by reflex I reached out and took Sandy's hand. Her thumb ran over my skin as she held it.Bryan headed up to finish his set, starting with Puff, the Magic Dragon, which I hadn't heard since I was a girl. I sat there, smiling, holding Sandy's hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. Which it felt like it was.Eventually the se

I ignored Mother's look of disapproval as I passed by into the living room, where all three of my children were gathered around my father as he told a story."So there I am, pulling with everything I have," Dad made like he was holding a fishing pole, leaning back into his chair as if he was battling some leviathan of the deep, "and then it happened." He clapped his hands together, pushing one up into the air. "She leapt out of the water, at least four feet, blue, yellow, and silver scales glinting in the sunlight. With the exception of your grandmother in her wedding dress, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.""Did you catch it, grandpa?" Charlie was wide-eyed."I did. We fought for over an hour before I had her in the boat.""Are you going to have it mounted?""Oh, no, I let her go. It would have been a crime to kill something so beautiful just for a wall decoration. At least, I think so. But I have some great photos."He linked his phone to the T.V. and spent the next tw