Just want to say hi to Lisa and all my Cream Pie friends; this story is about the exquisite treasure of cream pie, and the nectar of the gods. It was not meant to be a taboo story, just happened like that.
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My wife Mary was just putting the finishing touches on the surprise birthday party for our daughter; she really went all out to make our little girls eighteenth birthday something very special, and I knew Audrey would never forget it. The candles were the kind that you can't blow out, just for fun! The streamers and banners announced proudly that she was a woman now, but to us still our precious little kitten. Surveying the decorations, Mary happily chimed in, honey do you think she'll have a fantastic birthday? I had to laugh and tell her that any kid would love this marvelous celebration.
Tommy, our oldest son, wheeled into the driveway and was lugging a huge box out of the trunk of our car; he was being especially careful with his little sister's expensive and heavy gift. My wife Mary, and I, had saved our spare dollars for quite a while to get this gift for Audrey. It was something that we knew she would love and cherish, and the kind of present that would turn her girlfriends green with envy.
Tommy, easing the enormous box to the floor panted, the lady at the shop tested all the parts and guaranteed that it would be in perfect working order for the birthday bash. He seemed almost as excited about it as we were, unusual for a teenager who was normally sullen and typically uninterested with family matters. Mary asked Tommy to help her set it up in the family room where the party was to be held, and with a little shrug and a sly grin, Tommy complied.
Because this was that extraordinary moment when she would become a woman, we decided to invite a select few parents over to enjoy the festivities with us, and give it just a bit more of an adult atmosphere. We tried to choose the ones that were not stuffy or uptight. For the occasion we bought a few bottles of some medium priced wine, because Mary thought a toast seemed to be appropriate for a budding young woman and her celebrants. Most of the parents agreed that a glass of good wine with supervision would be fine and should give the kids a taste of adulthood.
Mary yelled out from the family room, honey would you give Tommy some money, its time to go pick Audrey up from ballet class. And Rich, give him that list of errands we made up so we can have time to get everyone in the house and hidden for the big surprise. I reached for my wallet, as I had done so many times since becoming a father, and peeled off some bills to give our son. Along with the cash, I gave him the shopping list that would keep them both busy for an hour or two.
I settled into my recliner and clicked on the game knowing that my part, funding family events, was done.
The merry guests had arrived and the colorful presents and covered dishes were stashed; she was going to be so thrilled. There must have been a dozen of those little designer bags with the string handles on the dinning room table, you know the kind that have replace wrapping paper and bows. Mary came out of the kitchen and said, Richard, don't you think it's taking a bit too long for Tommy and Audrey to get back from the store? I just shook my head and said, honey, you know kids, they could have been diverted by just about anything. What never crossed my mind was that Tommy had decided to give his little sister Audrey his gift a little early.