The Cherished Wife

Noelle pulled a wry smile. "I'm not nervous, just feeling a tad awkward!"

"What's the burning question everyone's dying to know?" Steven chimed in. "Sean, you're up!"

"Okay, here goes!" Sean clapped his hands together, touched his nose, and beamed innocently. "Where was your first time with Charles, and how long did it last?"

Noelle gasped, her smile turning strained.

It was not just Noelle. Everyone else sucked in a breath too, giving Sean looks that were part admiration, part 'good luck with that.' With a mischievous grin, Sean prodded, "Come on, Noelle, spill the beans!" "Um... I'll take a drink!" Noelle reached for her glass, but Charles held it down. "As for duration, how about we see how long you can last if I start throwing punches?"

Sean was speechless.

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you can't answer for her!" Sean protested. "Besides, talk is cheap. You say you're all that, but who can back you up?" He looked at

over," Charles said as he stood, shrugged off his jacket, and handed it to

Hehe, don't you trust me?" Sean backed down. "I'll take this drink

I've been really curious about your moves, Sean. Haven't seen you in years-have you gotten any better?" Charles chimed in. "Yeah,

right now!" Sean chugged the drink in his hand. "Who's

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