"Would you look at that?" Anne said to her husband.
"What?" Harold asked, looking up from his tumbler of whiskey towards his wife, who was sipping at her glass of wine. He really didn't like always being early to events like this, but he had to admit she was right about one thing. It was good to get an early start on the drinking before a family event.
She nodded towards the front window of the restaurant. It was her real reason for coming early, she liked to watch the people arrive and sense their moods before they put on the façade they would wear in front of everyone else.
He looked out and thought he saw Tom walking towards the restaurant and wondered why Jessie wasn't with him, but then realized it wasn't Tom. He was too tall, and definitely too ripped to have been Tom.
"Who's that?" He asked.
"Derek," Anne replied. "Tom's older brother."
"Okay," Harold said, a little perplexed, "and why are you pointing him out?"
"Just look at him," she replied with a smile. "Don't you think that's what Tom ought to look like? Look at those broad shoulders and that chest, and that lovely taper down to his..."
"Calm down, woman," he said with a chuckle. "I think he's a little young for you."
"I don't know," she said, "he's not that much younger than that couple we picked up in Vegas."
"Yeah," he said with a smile, "but that was more about the wife wanting a piece of me, don't you think?"
"Yeah right," she said. "As if."
"Well, she certainly didn't complain about the piece she got, I can tell you that."
"Nothing like what I gave her husband, I can promise you that. He would have followed me into the pits of hell after I was through with him."
Harold paused for a moment.
"Still, you shouldn't go there," he said nodding towards Derek, "It's probably best that you not let anyone in Tom's family know about the nature of our relationship, don't you think?"
"Yeah," she said, "you're right. A girl can dream though, can't she?"
About the time Derek arrived at the front door, it was Harold's turn to point someone out.
"Look at that," he said with a nod, pointing to a lovely redhead walking with her arm around a guy carrying a big pink box. "Damn she's hot!"
She was wearing a summer dress with spaghetti straps. It fit tight around her top half, accentuating a lovely set of tits, was gathered around her waist showing how thin she was, and flared out over her hips and cascaded downwards, not quite to mid thigh. He had been so focused on her body that he hadn't taken a closer look at her face or he might have realized his mistake.
Anne swatted him hard on the arm.
"What?" He exclaimed. He was thinking that what was good for the gander should be good for the goose as well.
"So it's not okay for me to lust after Tom's brother," Anne declared, "but it is okay for you to lust after your stepdaughter?"
Oh shit!
But that simply couldn't be Jessie could it?
"When in the hell has Jessie ever dressed like that?" He said in his own defense.
"She hasn't," Anne admitted. "Not that I've ever seen. Goddamn! Look at her. Tell me what you see?"
Harold was a little nervous about answering that one.
"A very pretty girl and her significant other?"
"No," Anne said to him, "look closer. You've seen that look before on a lot of women. You know what it means."
Ahh, he did know that look. It was the very satisfied look of a woman who had just been well fucked. But he didn't quite know how to say that to his wife about her daughter.
"Ummm," he stammered nervously.
"So you do see it," she said with a smile. "When was the last time you've seen that look on her?"
"Never?" Harold confessed.
"Exactly," Anne replied. "Good for Tom. Maybe he's finally figured out how to give her what she needs."
Harold had to admit, they always seemed like a sexless couple. He never understood how a guy could have a girl that hot and not want to be fucking her all the time. It made it really hard for him to respect Tom even though he was a smart mother fucker who seemed to treat Jessie so well.
"You know," Anne said with a smile, nodding towards Derek as he made his way to the table, "now that I've seen the potential for what he could look like, Tom's really not such a bad looking guy, is he?"
"Down woman, down," he replied with a grin.
"Can I help you miss?" The man at the podium in the front of the restaurant asked her.
Jessie simply could not stop herself from staring.
The host standing at the podium was new. She had never seen him before even though she and Tom frequented this restaurant all the time.
But that was not why she was staring.
This stranger looked almost exactly like Hamid, the man from the book whose cock she had just sucked. This simply couldn't be possible. She found herself unable to even speak from the shock of seeing him. It seemed impossible that this could be a coincidence.
There were some differences between this man and Hamid. The host's skin was not dark like Hamid and his hair was a sandy blonde instead of black like Hamid. But nearly everything else about him was the same, including his height and build, his hair style and even the neatly trimmed goatee.
Tom sensed the awkwardness of Jessie's newfound inability to speak and jumped in.
"Yeah," he said, "we're here for Jessie Murray's birthday dinner. I made arrangements earlier in the week?"
"Ah, yes," the man said to him. "You must be Tom."
He turned back to Jessie.
"Happy birthday Jessie," he said. "Please be assured we will do everything we can to make your birthday dinner the best it can be."
