Page 18 of With the Stars

“That’s nothing. Last week me and Larry were going at it on the sofa and when we finished he had to peel me off. Don’t have sex on leather sofas.”

“How old are you?” Peter asked, laughing.

“Seventy-two and Larry’s three years older. It still works, so why shouldn’t we have sex?”

“Because you always have a bladder infection.” Mildred picked up her coffee and took a sip. “I do miss my James.”

“He should pull out faster, Sarah, then it won’t happen as much.” Elin winked.

Minho choked back a laugh, and now he knew why Peter loved these women. They discussed anything they wanted and didn’t care what others thought.

“We were at the grandkids’ party and one of them asked me to get on Carl like he was a horse. So he gets down on his hands and knees and I can’t lift my leg up. Almost fell over on my ass! The kids and grandkids are all laughing and Carl’s stuck on the floor and I’m flailing about.”

“He’s not bad.” Mildred eyes Minho over her coffee. “I wouldn’t mind having him in my bed.”

Peter choked then laughed. “He’s a friend.”

“Why have you never introduced us before?” Mildred asked, her eyes all over Minho.

“I didn’t think I had to,” Peter rocked on his feet and Minho wondered if he could discreetly leave. “Minho. Come here.”

And that time had passed if it had ever been there for him in the first place. Standing, he walked over to Peter and smiled at the women sitting around the table. Peter introduced him and he nodded to each one. “Hello.”

“Are you single?” Mildred eyed him up and down. “Anyone special in your life?”

“I’m not single.” Now he knew how some women felt. “I came for Key’s coffee. He reminded me.”

“Coffee and cakes coming up.”

Minho went to follow Peter but Sarah shouted at him and patted to the seat next to her. “Tell us how long you’ve been friends. Oh, and are there more that look like you?”

“Sarah!” Mildred hissed, eyes glaring at her.

“I have an older brother, but he doesn’t live around here. He’s not single.”

“Ah that’s a shame. Two of you to stare at would have made my week.” Mildred sipped her coffee. “You know, Peter needs to have someone.”

“Even a man?”

“Be careful,” Elin warned. “If she thinks you two are involved, she may ask for a tape.”

“What?” Minho furrowed his brow. “A tape?”

“You know. The two of you in the bedroom.”

Minho’s eyes shot to Mildred, who smirked. “My James passed a few years ago now.” Sighing heavily, she gave him another look. “Nothing wrong with having a look.”

“And here’s your order.”

Thank you for saving me. Why did it take you so long?

I was enjoying the look of fear on your face.

Minho stood and smiled at Peter, smiling when the women commented on it. “See you later.” As he left the shop, he heard, “Tell us all about him. Are there more who look like him? Have you seen him with his shirt off? Is he ripped?”

Chapter Eight

Peter opened the front door, laughing at Rex who was complaining on the phone to him. “Assignments suck, Dad. Why do we have to have them?”

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