The Night The Boys Were Gone
The Night The Boys Were Gone It was the day of the prom, both my sons have dates and by 4:00pm the house will be empty except for Karen and I. The thought of having the house to our selves was fantastic. Don’t get me wrong, we love our boys whole-heartedly, but it always seems that they would barge into our bedroom at most inopportune times and catch us making love, we would have to scramble to cover up just hear “ what are you guys doing? “ and this is after we said goodnight and told them we were going to bed. (Boy that really burns my ass!) Twenty years ago this wouldn’t have bothered me, we would have put the kids back to bed and continued were we left off. But now, for …