Another Dinner and a Pleasant Surprise.

Thursday came round and Mark was still begging to be told what had happened, so as I was leaving I turned to him and said, “You be nice to Julie tonight and I will make sure you get all the gossip.”

He laughed and smiled, “I know your game, nothing happened last week so you guys decided to gang up on me in order for me to give Julie a pamper night.”

I smiled and pulled a condom out of my purse, “You sabotaged a couple in the new pack right?” I asked, “Remembering, I am fertile right now.”

Mark groaned as Julie giggled in the background, “Pamper her, and I promise all your dreams will come true.”

I got to my parents a little early and was greeted by Mom at the door, “Dad’s making dinner tonight.” She said before adding, “You look nice, and I can see almost none of your tattoos.”

Mom is an expert in backhanded compliments, but she was right, I was looking nice. I had a black dress on with a zip down the front, and back, and one on the left thigh, and right, it was a cute dress where you could sip everything closed, or sip it open.

Right now it was all zipped closed, showing a rather modest dress, covering most of my tattoos and only revealing the piercings in my nose and ears.

“Thanks Mom.” I said, as we went into the dining room, I could see dad in the kitchen making pasta sauce, about the only think he was good at making.

“Hi darling.” Dad said, “I would give you a kiss but kinda busy.” I held up the bottle of whiskey, “Always know how to please your father don’t you.” He said with a smile.

I felt a twinge in my cunt over his choice of wording. I sat down with Mom who poured us some wine, “I don’t know if I should pour you any, you and your father had quite a bit last week.”

I laughed a little, “Yeah we might have gotten a bit carried away.” I heard dad laugh at that in the kitchen.

Dinner was surprisingly pleasant, normally Mom and I have some kind of upset, most often around my choice of boyfriend, my choice of degree, my choice of decorating my body. More often than not it just appeared that Mom didn’t like my choices.

But today was different, we had a pleasant conversation all of us around the dinner table. As we were finishing up though Mom dropped a nice surprise, “Oh and before I forget, I will be out of town next Thursday night, your aunt is having a minor operation and she would like me there, so I will be leaving Thursday morning and coming back Saturday.” I must have looked like a deer in the headlights as I stopped mid sip of my wine and stared, “You are still welcome to come over of course and have dinner with dad. But I won’t be here.”

“Oh,” I said, “sure, would you still like to have dinner Dad?” I asked before adding, “Please send me best wishes to Aunty Beth.”

Dad smiled and said, “You know I always like spending time with you.”