Our house filled with children joyful screams and laughter again. They were all over us when we came home after the work and we enjoyed in their hugs, kisses and “love yous”. The three of us bought a nice big bouquet of flowers and very lovely fragrance for my mom as expression of gratitude for her sacrificial care for our children. My mom didn’t want to take it angrily saying:

- It is nice of you to be considerable, children, but don’t ever do that again. You insulted me. If I happily nurse other people and our family members, how much more I would nurse Mikey and Precious, my grandchildren. I don’t need reward or payment for my care and love for them.

We apologized and showered her with hugs and kisses. Anyhow, life returned to the normal in our house. But my Fran got flu now. Since he lives far from us and Stipe was working, my mom and dad took him to their house, in our room, so she can nurse him. They both stays there until he recovers. Oh, my, my Ivy teased him when we visited him saying:

- Say, Fran, how often you have sex with Stipe? Once a week? Once in month?

Fran: It is not your business, crazy long legged savage, but since I am curious to know why you ask, I’ll tell you: 2-3 times a week.

Ivy (pretending that she is surprised): 2-3 times a week? I pity you!

Fran: Well, we aren’t sex addicts like three of you, leggy and that’s sufficient to us … Will you tell me why do you ask?

Ivy (naughtily):  Since you are sensitive like a flower, I guess you will stay in the bed much longer than our children …

Fran: Yes? And?

Ivy: Well, Princess’ father wouldn’t like you and Stipe to have sex in his house, I don’t like you two to have sex I our bed, so you will be forced to abstinent from it. Her mother will know if you masturbate, and since your dick is too small and you aren’t flexible to suck your own cock, I wonder what you would do if you will have irresistible need or urge for sex.

My Prince and I blasted in laughter while he said he won’t respond to her sick and twisted questions anymore. Anyway, my mom treats him like his own son and he and Stipe enjoy in her cooking specialties.

My Prince and Ivy visited Mata and his gf in the nursery home, had tea with them, gave them bouquet of flowers and fragrance for ladies that my mom refused to take, and some money for personal use. They love to play “Briscola” (Italian card game), so my luvs played few rounds with them. Of course, my Prince was worse player, as always, although my dad and Marko, Ivy’s dad taught him how to play. What I really like with my Prince is that he learned to manage defeat and loss. I’m telling you this since it wasn’t always like that. He was never a person who always must win, but he couldn’t stand often loss in game. His father loved to play PES and he used to break keyboards when he was pissed off. Seeing him once doing it, my Prince realized how ugly and expensive losing control is. So he started to practice to remain calm until “It doesn’t matter” attitude became the part of his character. It is not the case with his “Hulk syndrome” which he managed to put under his control, although it comes out when he is under a strong stress.

Anyway, here is interesting thing. Lidija wants my Prince to teach her to play guitar. She said she'll pay him, but my Prince refused to take her money. He'll teach her for free. My Ivy pretended that she is offended for she didn’t asked her. On Lidija’s: “I am sorry, Ivy, but I can’t risk taking you as my instructor. You always turn everything into sexual thing …”, my Ivy responded: “You are breaking my heart, my cherry pie …. If you see my slapping your ass, kissing you and sucking your lips as sexual rather than loving you thing, I have no words to say how wrong you are and how sad I am.” My god, my Ivy played hurt person so well that Lidija started to apologize to her. She still didn't learn that she is playing with tricky snake. When she realized that my Ivy just played with her, she addressed her numerous insults and swears making us laugh hard. Jokes aside, my Prince is very good guitar player. His father taught him to play and when he started his carrier in the Hotel, he held quick guitar school and course for the worker’s children and Hotel guests. He taught my Ivy to play guitar too. Anyway, I am glad for Lidija although I have no idea how will he find the time for it since he is already preoccupied.