She tilted her head curiously at me. “I never thought of it that way before. If you fuck like you cook, you must be hell in bed,” she giggled.
“Let’s just say no one I ever dated suffered from malnutrition,” I chuckled in response.
Summer suddenly burst into laughter.
“If what you’re saying is true, can you imagine how bad Mom and Dad’s sex life must have been? No wonder Dad always looked like he was starving!”
I joined her in poking fun at our parents. “I think Dad ate a lot of fast food when Mom wasn’t looking,” I snorted.
“No way!” she gasped in disbelief. “Do you really think so?” she asked. I nodded and flashed her a grin.
“Do you think Mom knew?” she asked as her laughter subsided.
“I think the more important question is did Mom care?” I retorted. “Do you remember that couple who moved in down the street when we were living in Pensacola?”
“The redhead with tits?” she asked almost automatically.
“That’s the one!” I nodded with a wink.
Her hands flew to her cheeks as she hissed loudly, “Dad was doing Mrs. Bennett?” She burst into a fit of giggles. “Mom hated her! She called her ‘Peg’ because Mrs. Bennett reminded her of Peg Bundy.”
I shrugged and grinned in response. “Well, she didn’t hate Mr. Bennett,” I said giving her a knowing glance.
She sucked in her breath sharply with surprise. “Mom and Mr. Bennett? How do you know?” she demanded.
“I walked in on them one day,” I explained without looking up. “They were in the kitchen together and I came home from school early. He had her bent over the kitchen table.”
Summer shielded her eyes with one hand and held up her palm in front of her with the other.
“No! Please, stop! I can’t listen to any more of this,” she insisted with a groan of feigned disgust. “We ate breakfast on that table!”
“Apparently, Mr. Bennett ate lunch there, too,” I snorted. Summer wadded her napkin and threw it across the table at me. She was laughing hysterically and tears streamed down her cheeks.
“No! Seriously, Sonny! Stop!” she demanded as she fanned her face with both hands.
“I’m scarred for life now! I’ll need ten years of therapy and I’ll still never be the same,” she said choking back laughter. Summer’s laughter was like music to my ears.
I gave her a devilish grin and asked, “Well, would you be okay if I told you I was just making it all up?” I returned the napkin with a toss across the table and laughed at her stunned expression.
Her face turned serious again and she murmured under her breath, “I’m not speaking you to anymore.”
“Well, if you aren’t speaking to me, you shouldn’t eat my cooking either,” I declared as I reached across the table for her plate. She gave my hand a hard smack and continued eating in silence while I smiled smugly to myself. I refilled her glass with wine and she touched her glass to mine.
“This is so good,” she breathed as she sat back in her chair and rolled her eyes towards the darkening night sky.
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it. How about when we finish, we clean up the kitchen and take a walk on the beach?” I suggested.