We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 33
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33 - Don returns home a broken man, but with the help of his wife Lanh, he slowly recovers. Now it is Lanh's turn to chase her dreams and they move to Colorado, where she has taken a teaching position. They meet Karole, and she fast becomes Lanh and Kim-ly's new sister. Unfortunately, life takes some bad turns and tests the mettle of their marriage, and are Lanh's angels benevolent or are they hostile?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Paranormal Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
“So, what did you get at the toy store?” asked Don as he lay on their bed.
“Not before Christmas!” came the singsong reply from the bathroom.
“Awww, come on,” whined Don. “I get to open them Christmas day in front of your mom, Karole and Krissy?”
“Karole already knows what they are, and Krissy won’t care.”
“What about your mom?”
“I think she has them.
“Come on, give me a hint. Do I need to get batteries? Can you wear any of them out to a night club?” Don was talking himself into a case of blue balls.
“Yes, and yes,” smiled Lanh from the bathroom. She was finishing up touching up her makeup and Don’s words were working her into a state of excitement, too.
“Is anything Bluetooth? Remote control?” That was always one of Don’s horniest dreams, for Lanh to wear a remote-control vibrator and for him to sit in one of her lectures controlling the vibrator as she tried to lecture.
“One is,” she said brightly. “And it can easily be used to stimulate a prostate.”
Don’s throbbing erection led the way as he came behind Lanh in the bathroom. “Dirty girl!” grinned Don. “I like the way you think.” Lanh wasn’t paying attention to what Don was doing as she was brushing her makeup. The only thing the sexy little Asian girl was wearing was her black rimmed “nerd glasses” which made her look ten times cuter than her wire rims. She gasped when she noticed his reflection in the mirror, but it was too late to do anything. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, his left hand cupping her small, firm right breast. His right hand circled her waist and eased through her soft black pubic hairs straight for her pussy.
“Seriously?” Lanh demanded as she continued touching up her makeup. “I have a date tonight I’ll have you know.”
“Hmm, who is it this time, an Art History professor? Are you that desperate for a nap?”
“No, tonight the Alpha Kappa Chi fraternity will be hazing their pledges,” said Lanh. She brushed her face with a large makeup brush. “Or should I say that I will be hazing their pledges,” grinned Lanh as she rose on tiptoes so she could rub her tight little ass on Don’s iron hard cock. Then, in the sexiest voice she could muster said, “All of their pledges.”
“You’re going to go to your date a well fucked lady,” said Don as his fingers began circling Lanh’s clit. His left hand was rhythmically squeezing her right tit in time with the circles his right finger was describing between her labia.
“Oh, you fucker,” she groaned. Their taunting and teasing had her nipples rock hard. Those little traitors were practically screaming to Don, “She’s ready!” and Don could read her body’s signals better than she could. Lanh grew up hating her tiny, weak body, whereas Don loved it and reveled in every telltale hint she unconsciously gave in how her body reacted to his attention.
Don’s fingers drew rapid circles in her labia, drawing ecstatic jolts of pleasure from her, and in moments his fingers were covered with the evidence of her excitement. She shuddered and bit her lower lip as the pleasure grew in intensity, causing Lanh’s hips to rock from side to side. His cock was caught between her tight little ass cheeks and Lanh was stroking his cock with her little butt, causing intense pleasure in Don. In return, Don stopped and raised his right hand slowly, his fingers covered with the dew of her excitement. With mounting excitement, Lanh watched the reflection as he slowly brought his fingers to his mouth and slowly licked his fingers clean. He groaned in delight as he did so. When Lanh grasped the vanity top for support, Don grabbed the makeup brush from her and brushed it over her captive, erect right nipple.
The sensation of the smooth, sexy sable fur bristles of the makeup brush dashing back and forth over her nipple and the areola was overpowering, and she twisted and fought to get away. Don eased up on the brushing, becoming gentler. He began using “happy little strokes,” as he said. “Oh, that’s nice,” sighed Lanh, approving of his technique. Leave it up to Don. He can turn almost anything into a sex toy. Lanh filed this away in her catalog of things to try on Don.
Soon, he was rolling both of her nipples around with the palms of his hands, something that was overwhelming to Lanh. She gasped and leaned back against Don yet arching her back thrusting her breasts forward into his hands demanding firmer attention but in return receiving lighter sensations.
With a huff Lanh spun around to face Don, their eyes locked as she breathed deeply as if in anger, then slowly sank to her knees, the head of his cock tracing a line all the way from her belly button, up her chest, to her chin. Their eyes still locked as she took the head of his cock in her mouth and laved her tongue over the head of his cock, sucking gently. Soon she broke eye contact and concentrated on his cock. She took in a little bit more with every gulp, her tongue still active. It was now rubbing over the sensitive underside of his cock.
Now her hands moved from his cock and squeezed his ass cheeks and pull towards her mouth as she took his cock into her mouth. Don put his hands on hers and she grasped his wrists and placed his hands on the sides of her head. Don smiled; they hadn’t played this game in a while. He gripped the sides of her head and moved her mouth up and down the length of his cock. As he did this, Lanh held her hands behind her back, totally submissive to her man.
He eased her head up and down his cock until he found that sweet spot where her tongue massaged the most sensitive spot just south of the head. “Oh God yes,” growled Don. “Right there.”
In response, Lanh settled in and replied with her delicate tongue slithering back and forth across the most sensitive part of his cock, causing waves of intense pleasure to rocket through him. She was gentle but determined in her efforts, drawing waves of erotic sensations that caused him to jerk and double over occasionally with the intensity of the pleasure.
Soon he pulled her off of his cock, which she reluctantly released with a pop from her mouth. “Up,” he gently urged her, and when she was slow in responding, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom and plopped her down on the bed. She immediately rolled away, and he had to chase her across the bed before she got away.
Now Lanh was all hands and giggling as she pushed him away at every turn. He tried to grasp her cute little breasts, and she fought his hands away with, “No, you had your chance.” They giggled and wrestled, being careful not to wake the rest of the house. “No, no, no ... you had your chance, and you blew it ... hey no fair!” claimed Lanh as he started tickling her ribs.
She fought back at everything he tried until finally he was able to grab a slim ankle and hold on. She rolled from one side to the other, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip. He was able to lean over and kiss her calf. “No biting!” she cried.
“I didn’t bite you,” claimed Don.
“Yes you did! I have teeth marks down there,” pouted Lanh.
Don’s eyes narrowed in what he hoped was a threatening glare. “Then I’m going to bite your pussy!”
“NO!” and suddenly they were wrestling again. “Stop biting me!” demanded Lanh, as Don kissed his way up her leg. The closer he came to the junction of her legs, the more she fought, pushing away harder and harder, but Don fought valiantly and finally he was able to plant a kiss on her pussy and he swept his tongue up and lingered on her clit. “You win,” she gasped, and instead of pushing his ravenous mouth away, she held his head in place like he did to her recently.
Don’s tongue flickered rapidly over her clit, and she began her rapid climb to the orgasm. She ran her fingers through his hair and spread her legs open wider and wider, surrendering her vagina to her man. “Oh god em yêu, oh God!” she gasped as first one finger, then two fingers, eased into her tiny pussy and began fucking her. She gasped and clutched at him as the tension built. Then, like a clock spring snapping, her orgasm hit. She was flooded with waves of sweet relief and announced her cum with a strangled cry. Her soft thighs clamped on Don’s head and her body shook like she was hooked up to 110 volts.
Wave after wave of relief from the sexual tension they built over the past hour washed over her, and Lanh didn’t even notice that Don worked himself free. He was able to turn her over, so she was lying face down on the bed and Don grabbed her hips and pulled her up so that she was shuddering from her climax with her face in her pillow and her ass high in the air.
Don knee walked between Lanh’s legs and lubed his throbbing cock up with his saliva, then lined it up with her pussy. She must have realized what was happening, because she whimpered a little before he slid his cock into her all the way to the root. “Uhhhhgggghhh,” groaned Lanh happily as she found herself packed full of Don’s cock. “Why did you make me wait so long,” she sighed as he fucked her.
“I thought you’d like the buildup,” panted Don as his fucking sped up. The slapping of their bodies filled the air, and Don and Lanh found themselves covered with her juices.
“Oh God that’s good dick,” Lanh groaned, and she pushed up on her elbows and tried to push back as Don’s thrusting became frenzied.
“I’m going to cum in you chi yêu ... I’m gonna cum!” gasped Don. His hips and cock were no longer under his control and his fucking took on a life of its own.
“Do it!” gasped Lanh. “Cum in me!”
With a strangled growl, Don came. His cock fired volley after volley into her and he continued to drive his cock into her, brushing her cervix with the head of his cock occasionally as he thrust maniacally. Finally, he gasped and collapsed on her back as she sagged to the bed. As his orgasm ended, he rolled to her side and kissed her. “God that was fun,” he sighed.
Lanh lay next to him, and they curled their arms around each other. Then Lanh said, “Fun?”
“Yeah, fun. What else would you call it?”
“It was thrilling,” suggested Lanh. “Sexy, romantic, exciting...”
“Yeah, like I said,” said Don. “Fun!”
“God you can be a dick sometimes,” she smiled, then she reached back and looked shocked. “How much did you cum in me? Holy crap!”
“I’m on it,” he said, and he disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a damp warm washcloth and cleaned Lanh and the bedspread up.
“We’re going to have to keep those balls of yours drained,” sighed Lanh as they kissed after he cleaned her up.
“I agree,” smiled Don as he helped Lanh off the bed, and they went to the bathroom to clean up. “While you wash up, I’m going to go get breakfast started,” said Don.
In the kitchen, Mai peered at her first son-in-law over the rim of her cup. She and Lanh had been up late last night wrapping gifts and drinking wine. “Why so mopey today? It Christmas Eve!”
“I don’t know mom, I’ve been feeling that something is wrong, it’s really creepy.” Don placed a plate of scrambled eggs, grits, and bacon in front of Mai.
As she investigated the grits with a fork, Mai said, “Is your feeling dysphoria or is there something actually wrong?”
Don forgot that Mai helped her psychologist daughter Tam through eight years of study. “I don’t know ma, it’s just this very weird sense of foreboding.” Just then, Lanh came bopping into the kitchen, her body tingling from their morning workout.
“Mmmm, you made me grits!” Lanh developed a liking for grits during their tenure in the USAF. Don never figured out how or why she learned to like them. They were only stationed in the south for a few months, and they rarely ate on base where grits were commonly served.
Mai smiled happily as Don and Lanh kissed. Even after being together for a decade and a half, they still kiss like newlyweds. They kiss like they always want to head back to bed for another round of lovemaking. As Lanh sat down, Don produced a plate of breakfast with a large dollop of grits for his tiny wife. Just as Lanh sat down, Karole emerged from the basement, ready for work, and carried Krissy up with her. Karole looked grumpy and tired, while Krissy looked like she was ready to play. Don hoped he would have her ready for her first steps any day now.
“Give me a hug,” Don said as he wrapped his arms around Karole and Krissy. Karole growled in sleepy discomfort while Krissy smacked her lips, ready to give Don a juicy baby kiss. Breaking the hug, Don came away with Krissy and he slid her into her booster chair with practiced ease while Karole plopped down next to her and glared at the table with glazed over eyes. Moments later, Don placed a plate of eggs, bacon, and grits in front of Karole, and a bowl of grits thinned out with formula in front of Krissy. While Don poured coffee for Mai, Lanh, and Karole, Lanh began feeding the grits to Krissy.
“What do you two have going today?” asked Don, hoping and praying that they would say, “We’re going to spend the day here with you.”
“We have a little more shopping to do,” said Lanh. Don’s shoulders sagged, “a little more shopping” for Lanh and Mai can go on for hours ... many hours. Don took the coffeepot back into the kitchen and put it in the machine and started another pot and stared blankly at the filling carafe. He barely noticed the coffee machine; his mind was tied up with worry that he couldn’t identify. As he tried to find out his discomfort, his right hand gripped the edge of the cabinet tightly and was shaking violently. “This can’t be happening,” he muttered to himself. He had convinced Lanh that his panic attacks were over. Those dreams were all in the past. Now he’s living one, one he can feel but he can’t see.
“You ok?” asked Karole as she brought her breakfast dish in the kitchen. Her unexpected question almost caused him to jump out of his skin.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Don lied. “Look, we never know when those two will come back so I’ll drive you to work today and come get you when your shift is over.” Both Don and Karole insisted that whoever watches Krissy has a car to take her to a doctor if a sudden need arose.
“Ah don’t want Krissy ridin’ in that ol’ truck o’ yours ‘less it’s an emergency. Ah smell all fumes in there.”
Don smiled. It took context to determine what “all” meant to Karole. It was a predeterminer to indicate the entire quantity as in “all y’all” or it meant “oil.” He nodded. Those fumes were getting bad. He had to agree with Karole. “If Lanh and Mai are not back you’ll have to get an Uber.” He pulled out his wallet and pulled out a card and extended it to Karole.
“Ah can’t take that.”
“Karole, it’s a cash card, it’s got a hundred bucks on it and it’s nearly expired. Take it or I’m going to put it in Krissy’s Christmas stocking, and you’ll have to spend it.”
Karole was about to refuse the card when she looked into Don’s eyes and saw the same agonized confusion that was turning her entire soul sour. She wanted to throw her arms around him and beg him to tell her it was going to be all right, even if they both knew it was a lie. Instead, she took the card and whispered, “Thank you,” and went to find her purse.
Ten minutes later, they were heading to Loveland Colorado and the offices of Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting. When he pulled up to drop her off, she gave Don a strange look and said, “Would you be angry if I quit?”
“This job is eating you alive, I wish you would,” he hoped she could see his eyes begging “Please quit!”
Just as she was about to say something, a very large black man came up behind her and leaned into the window, “You can’t stop here, you need to move along.”
Don put the truck in gear and moved as Karole practically shouted “Marly, please!” at the guy as she slammed the door closed. When Don got back home, Mai and Lanh were almost ready to leave without him.
“Gotta go!” called Lanh as she and Mai came out the front door. “Krissy is in her playpen, see you later!” and they hurried past Don. Don turned and grabbed Lanh by the sleeve of her jacket and pulled hard, causing her to whip around. And she looked shocked. “What?”
“I’m sorry, I just...” and he gave her a slow, passionate kiss, the kiss that goes on and on, the kiss where your tongues explore each other’s tongues, where your souls join in and the kiss becomes a loving, spiritual expression of joy.
“Wow!” gasped Lanh after the kiss. “What was that for?”
As he was about to answer, a thought slipped into his mind that said, ‘I want our last kiss to be memorable’ and his stomach twisted in terror. He finally said, “There’s more where that came from if you come home soon.”
Lanh smiled and waggled her eyebrows behind those black-framed glasses that make her so cute and innocent looking. It reminded Don of when they were gawky teenagers and so much in young love. “I’ll be back for more,” and with another kiss, she and her mom were off.
Krissy spent the morning being cranky. Her constant crying and complaining echoed Don’s mood, and they made each other feel worse. She was following him around the house crying like a wounded puppy, but he couldn’t find anything wrong with her. Because she was working, Don couldn’t reach out to Karole unless there was an emergency, so he tried to reach out to Mai and Lanh, but they didn’t answer their phones. He finally called his stepmother Sandy. She’s raised four girls and a half dozen grandchildren. She had to know what was going on with this child. “It’s Krissy, she’s crawling around crying, she’s constantly wet, the only time she’s happy is in the bathtub.”
Sandy chuckled; she was pretty sure what it was already. “Does she have a fever?”
“A little, not much.”
Sandy gestured to Kim-ly to come and listen. She’s going to need to know this in about four months. “Hold on Don, I think Kim-ly is going to need to know this too.” Kim-ly showed up with Danh in her arms, followed by Ralph and the new guy, RJ. “Ok Don, this is really important. Is Krissy drooling?”
“She sure is, I’m worried about her getting dehydrated, the front of her romper is soaked!” Don sounded really worried, and he was. The way things were going today, he was terrified that she was terminally ill.
“Ok, you need to wash your hands really, really well. Hot water! We don’t want the baby catching anything.”
“Ok, now what?” Don sounded terrified.
“Very gently put the tip of your finger in her mouth, can you do that?” Kim-ly and Ralph immediately figured out what was going on. RJ never had a baby in his life, so he was just as befuddled as Don was.
“Yes, she’s trying to bite my finger.”
“That’s a good sign, it really is. Now, run your finger across her gums, top and bottom, see if you can feel anything,” said Sandy, trying to suppress a smile.
“Ok, she keeps trying to bite me ... hey ... oh my god! She’s got a tooth coming in!” He craned his neck and looked at her top gum and saw a small, fine white line. “I can see it!” Don was elated. Something good happened today!
“There you go daddy; your little boy should be doing the same thing around Valentines day.”
Don’s excitement just plummeted. His boy was going to need him soon and he wouldn’t be there for him. Don realized he was the worst father ever. The best he could do was care for Krissy. “What do I do now?”
“Give her something cool to chew on, you should have some teething toys, I told Karole to put some in the refrigerator. If you can’t find one, slice a pickle lengthwise and let her gnaw on that,” said Sandy.
Kim-ly recoiled. “Pickle? Eww! Babies don’t eat pickles.”
“Sure, they do,” said Sandy. “They’re going to drool and make faces anyhow, might as well give them a reason to do it.”
Don couldn’t find a teething ring, so he split a pickle and gave it to Krissy. She stuck it in her mouth and made a horrible face, but she started gnawing on the pickle. “I think she likes it,” said Don. “It seems to be helping. I’m going to go look for teething rings. Thank you so much mom.”
It helped so much to get something to relieve Krissy’s teething pain. Now if he could just hear Lanh’s voice. His calls were going straight to voice mail, which means she probably forgot to charge up her phone again, and Mai just isn’t answering, which he can’t figure out. He couldn’t believe he was alone on Christmas Eve. Where the hell was Lanh? He should take joy in watching Krissy graduate from baby to toddler, she’s teething now, she’s almost able to stand up by herself, she’s attempting her first step, she’s just a syllable away from her first word, and Don felt so lonely he was nauseous.
Don tried to keep busy. He made Christmas Cookies as Krissy watched, gnawing on a teething ring he found in Karole’s refrigerator downstairs. While the cookies cooled, he read Christmas stories to Krissy and eventually he had to put her down for her nap. Then, as she slept, he put a podcast on his phone and eased into the hot tub to relax, but that haunting feeling of dread made this uncomfortable.
As four o’clock neared, Don received a text from Karole that said she had to work some overtime. Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting was famous for their volunteer overtime program. You could volunteer to work overtime, or you could volunteer to work somewhere else. Don couldn’t believe that Karole had to work late today. It was Christmas Eve! They gave her the day off on Friday after Thanksgiving, saying that it sent a bad message to the shoppers and retail outlets to have bill collectors making calls on Black Friday, but it was ok for bill collectors to harass people on Christmas Eve. What kind of jerk thinks like that? Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting, that’s who.
Don and Lanh had hoped to go to Minnesota to spend Christmas with the family, but at the last minute, both Lanh and Karole ended up having to work. Lanh’s mom, Mai, had flown out to be with them for Christmas, but Duong had to stay behind. Rosa was sick, so Duong had to stay behind and manage the restaurant.
At least Mai came out. It made Lanh and Karole so happy to have mom there for Christmas. In fact, Lanh’s shopping extravaganza was winding down. The last gift she needed to purchase was a very ornate cigar humidor. The humidor was decorated with inlaid wood, something that Don really loves. He brought back tons of inlaid wood items from Turkey and this box looked like it would look perfect with his other souvenirs. Don doesn’t smoke cigars very often, but she wanted a very, very special box for a gift she knew he would love.
When they got to Lanh’s SUV, she put an envelope in the humidor and smiled. “Fits perfectly.”
“Look at time! We should go home,” insisted Mai.
“Wow, it is late ... I know, we can go to Don Pollo’s and wait for Karole to get off work then take her home,” said Lanh as she typed a text to Karole that they would wait for her at Don Pollo’s into her phone and hit send. Unfortunately, they were in an area of very poor cell coverage, and Lanh’s phone was very low on charge. It finally died before it was able to get the message out.
“I sent a message to Don too,” said Mai and they climbed into Lanh’s SUV and headed off to Don Pollo’s, land of the half price happy hour house margaritas.
Karole got six collection calls completed during her overtime, she was as cold and demanding as she could sound and her southern accent was coming on strong, her calls started out with “Happy holidays, here at Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting our records show that you owe us four hundred twenty six dollars and thirty seven cents, will you be paying with check or credit card?” and usually end with, “And a merry Christmas to you from Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting, the people who care.” She was supposed to downplay the company name, but Karole made sure everyone that answered the phone heard the words Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting at least four times. What are they going to do, fire her from a job she was quitting?
Karole typed up an email of resignation, hovered over the send button, then clicked delete and logged out of the computer system. Then she went through the drawers of her desk. There was nothing here to show that she ever worked here except for a picture of Krissy which she now dropped into her purse. Then she got up, shrugged on her jacket and left. She’ll worry about it after Christmas.
Don finished up The Caterpillars Christmas. It was still Arlo’s favorite book, and he wished that Danh and Arlo were here to read with him and Krissy. He looked over to see that Krissy was now asleep, but she fell asleep with her face down and her little butt up in the air, like she was crawling and gave out halfway to wherever she wanted to go, her beautiful blond tresses covering her face. A second nap today, bonus! He picked up the sleepy baby and placed her in her play yard and covered her with her favorite blanket and made sure a teething ring to chew on was chilling in the fridge for when she woke up.
Don noticed that the music had stopped, so he picked up his phone which was blue tooth connected to the stereo and noticed that he had gotten a message, it was from Mai saying that they were going to Don Pollo’s for a drink and bring Karole home. Maybe Nordy’s for dinner? Nordy’s was a large barbeque restaurant in Loveland. That would be good. Don tried to call Mai, but as usual, she wasn’t answering. It was probably pretty loud over at Don Pollo’s.
Don was right, it was tremendously loud in Don Pollo’s. There was a loud group of people there from across the parking lot from Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting and they were drunk. One of the managers was buying popularity with the employees by plying them with drinks on the company account. Bradley Davis was a team leader for Torgeson and Briggs Financial Consulting. His dad was a frat brother with company founder Halvar Torgeson, and it seemed like Bradley could get away with anything. Like using the company expense account to throw a party for his favorite workers over there.
Bradly was just at the edge of seeing double, but right now he saw something that really interested him. Covered with spilled nachos, Bradley Davis stood on a bench to lead a rousing, drunken rendition of Rudolph the Red Nosed Rain Deer when he spotted Lanh sitting not too far from the party. “Ya know gang, Mexican is ok, but I’m going to try a little Chinese,” and he hopped down, fell to his knees, then got back up to the jeers of his subordinates. He poured himself a large margarita from the pitcher and staggered over to where Mai and Lanh were talking. As Bradley got near to them, they switched to Vietnamese, but he didn’t seem to notice that he was being ignored. He finally said, “Hey ladies I’m Bradley. We’re having a little Christmas party; would you care to join us?”
Lanh tried not to puke. She looked away from him, purposely refusing to look at him or meet his eyes and said to Mai, ”Đó là ông chủ của Karole.” (That’s Karole’s boss) She smiled sweetly to her mother and said, “Cô ấy cho tôi xem một bức ảnh của anh ấy!” (She showed me a picture of him) and she nodded to emphasize to Mai that she was sure of who it was.
Mai looked up at Bradley and smiled sweetly, then said, “Biến đi.” (Go away)
“I’m in charge of all those people, they think I’m pretty awesome,” said Bradley with a belch.
Lanh simply said, “Tôi không.” (I don’t)
Seeing Lanh and Mai’s drinks, he slurred, “We have pitchers of margaritas, come and join us.”
Mai said, “Làm ơn để tôi yên.” (Please leave me alone)
“No hablas” sneered Bradley.
“She said to leave us alone,” said Lanh, now getting annoyed by the drunken sot.
Someone started a spirited mariachi song on the jukebox and Bradley grinned, “Come on lil’ girl, let’s dance!” and he grabbed Lanh’s arm and pulled her out of the booth.
“NO!” shrieked Lanh as Bradley got her free from the booth. Suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded Bradley. He looked and saw that the older Asian woman had just taken his picture and now she laid her phone down and drew a .38 snub nose revolver from her purse.
“The next flash you see will be the last...”
Bradley dropped Lanh’s arm and held his hands up. “OK! ... Jeez lady!” He backed away with his hands up and returned to his party, grumbling.
“Are you ok?” Mai asked. “we can go home right now if you want.”
“I’m ok,” Lanh replied. “He was just a drunk, I can deal with them.” She opened her hand and revealed to Mai that she had a switchblade in her free hand. Lanh put the switchblade back into her purse and glanced at her watch. It was much later than she expected.