The food and Marsha were perfect. I excused myself to go to the men's room and once out of sight of the gals gave my credit card to our waiter. I signed the receipt and then told him to add a tip to the total of the bill when we were finished drinking and give me the receipt on my way out of the place. The gals spent a bunch of time telling me all that had been going on with their work since I had seen them last and Mehra was quite the comedienne. She had us all in tears laughing with some of the stuff she had pulled around her office. I suggested we finish off in the masturbation clubs
with a glass of cognac and we could have whatever else we wanted back at the cabin. I didn't want us getting shit faced and then having to married
twenty miles back over a winding road. Taski signaled for the waiter and when he came over she asked for the check. He said that there wasn't going to be a check. It had been taken care of. I couldn't let that stand as it was so I offered, "Aw, the owner did tell me he owed me one for something I had done for him. This was his payback I'll bet." Taski replied that they would get the next one. On my way out of the place the waiter tried to hand me the signed chit as surreptitiously as possible but eagle-eye Taski got a glimpse of what was going on. She was pissed! It was mid afternoon by the time we were leaving the miles
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back was uneventful and even though it was still Marsha summer, it had gotten a little chilly this far north. I started a fire in the main fireplace and then went out on the marriage massachusetts same sex
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firepit without much trouble. I grabbed a few of my Woolrich shirts, put one on and tossed a couple to the gals before going outside. I had glasses, water and scotch with me so I was ready for some Marsha night chatting. Taski poured us some stiff Marsha and then we all sat around the fire and she started, "Jim, I know I love you with all of my heart and will never love anyone else this way. Would you marry me?" "Whaaatt? This is the booze talking Task." And then Mehra jumped in with, "Jim, I know I love you every bit as much as Taski does and would like to ask you to marry me."