about her day and to tell her about his, she wanted to know who his new boss was, would there be enough work to get them through winter if she lost her job? She wanted to vent about a crappy day and having to take an extra shift the following Monday that she was supposed to be off.

Nana's pleasant cackle could be heard clearly over Silvio's whispers. They would often talk for half an hour or so while he ate, it was a Silvio and Nana ritual. That Nana was happy was good. Silvio always managed to accomplish that with his joking - how they would go on sometimes.

When he finally came into the room Maria was half falling asleep to the sounds of their muffled chatter. She'd given up long ago trying to figure out what they'd found so funny. It was pleasant enough to find that they'd been getting along. "Hi" he said brushing the hair from her cheek "how are you?" She turned and looked at him blinking, thinking that maybe it was a rhetorical question, but he paused for a response and when she started talking he seemed to have been listening.

"She sounds like a bitch" he said in response to her encounter with the unyielding jewelry whore. "You should have cut her with your Christmas knife" he joked. Maria smiled and cupped one hand between the heat of her thighs and the other under a pillow.

Silvio moved in close and planted a kiss on her cheek. "The guys house I've been working on, they may need me for a month" he was saying as he surveyed her back with his hand. They felt strong and large against her body even though he barely touched her. "I was thinking about you today" he said. She smiled at the good news, both that he was thinking of her and that he'd maybe have a little work.

"And what part of me were you thinking about" she asked. He had started working the soft underside of her feet, his strong thick hands willing the tightness out of her.

"Just how you used to play those little games with Mark. I sometimes watched you, you'd bite his little hands to make him laugh, even though you'd had a bad day like this one. You always found time for the kids, and me." She closed her eye's and enjoyed the flow of gentle dedication pored on her person. They talked about how silly they must have looked in their 80's twin phase, when they always tried to coordinate attire. It was her idea, and she owned up to it, though not without blushing. They spoke about finding time to have dinner, just the two of them and someday owning a house and fixing their own floors and cabinets.

An hour passed, and it was not time that she'd had to fight for, and for a change it was nice. Silvio got up to undress. Maria saw the way his jeans fit snug around his hips, and thought that he looked sexy. "When did you get those?" The response was a barely visible shrug with his back still to her, his face turned a little red. "I like them. They are a little tight though. Maybe next time I'll go with you."

He slid beneath the sheet and started another barrage of slow malleable kisses. The mass of him supported at first on the palms of his hands while he'd bend