Tupperware Meeting
Tupperware Meeting By Gini Lane Shortly after our little tryst on the hallway floor, I found myself again in the kitchen making tea for Bobby. As I stood at the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil, it was difficult not to look at him. He made such a pretty picture, really very cute. I had to resist the urge to cast more than the most discrete of glances. Each time I dared, Bobby appeared the same; so much so that the pretty image remains with me: Bobby at the table in his lovely...