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 A cellphone call had us meeting Ann and the kids at the catfish joint for
dinner.  Cindy recounted her day to Ann.

   "You sound impressed," Ann said.

   "I am," Cindy countered.  "Last summer, I was just hopin' to get out of
middle school, an' today I was talking to the Dean of the Engineering
School at Auburn."

   Teresa said, "Mom, is it okay if I'm a little jealous?"

   "Ann," I chuckled, "Teresa's not the only one that's a little jealous."

   Jim smiled at his daughter.  "Jealous is okay, baby, just so you
recognize that Cindy's got a gift and we're all very happy for it."

   "I know," Teresa said.  She smiled.  "Cindy, you KNOW I'm happy for you.
Really.  But still..."

   Bill looked up from his plate, swallowed a mouthful of fish, and said,
"Cin, I'm good with it..."

   We all laughed at that.

   We were working on desserts, still talking about things.

   "So what time at the airport tomorrow, guys?" Jim asked.

   "It's a couple of hundred miles.  An hour and a half, flying.  There's
gonna be a rental car waiting for us at the airfield.  We go to the hotel,
check in, change, do dinner, the concert.  I guess we should leave a little
leeway, so let's leave at noon," I said.

   "That gives us plenty of time to get the kids to my sister's," Ann said.
She looked at Cindy.  "How do YOU dress when you fly in this thing?"

   Cindy spread her arms out, tilted her head, and smiled, posing.  "Like
this!  Believe me, it's not a 'skirt' kind of airplane!"

   Ann sighed.  "Oh, well!  Dan, can you accommodate a pretty big suitcase?
So I can pack my dress properly?"

   "Baby, that's an Alaska bush plane.  It'll handle the four of us and a
whole moose."

   She stuck her tongue at him.  "But that moose didn' have to worry about
dressing up in a wrinkled dress, Philistine!"

   Jim laughed.  "There she goes with the big words again.  I do gather
from her uppity tone that I've been insulted."

   "Only lightly, dear," she giggled, patting him on the arm.

   Teresa said to Cindy in a stage whisper, "My parents are comedians."

   "Yeah," Cindy giggled.  "Don't'cha jut LOVE 'em!"

   Bill didn't comment.  He just rolled his eyes and ate his pie.

   Leaving the restaurant, Jim rode home with his family and Cindy and I
drove off in our truck.  She twisted in her seatbelt and leaned back
against me, my arm wrapping her, holding her warmly against me in the
January cold.

   "Tired, baby?" I asked.

   "Mmmm-hmmm, love," she said.  "Today's been a little stressful."

   "I think you did just fine, cutie.  I didn't know what we were walking
into.  You did fine."

   "D'ya think Alabama State's gonna be anything different?" she asked.

   "I haven't the foggiest idea.  One thing, though.  We only know ONE
Alabama State grad."

   Giggle.  "That was nice of Mister Bill an' Mister Charlie to write those
letters.  Seemed like Mister, uhhh ...  Doctor Stebbins was surprised by
that."

   "Maybe so.  It certainly didn't hurt," I said.  "It's nice to have
friends and family."

   "That care," she added.

   We pulled up to our trailer under cold, crisp, clear skies.  I estimated
twenty degrees.  We stepped rather lively into the trailer.

   "Brrr!" she went.

   I wrapped her in my arms as soon as the door closed.  "Cold?"

   "Gosh, yes!  I miss summer.  Didn't miss it when it was here, but I do
now!"

   "Shower.  Then hot cocoa," I said.

   "You got it!" she grinned.

   She was in the shower and I was whipping up a little pot of hot cocoa. I
left the pot on low heat when she got out.  She was drying her hair,
finishing as I was shaving, and when I put my razor up and donned a pair of
workout pants, our nod to pajamas in the cool trailer in January, she was
standing there with a steaming mug for me.

   We curled up together on the sofa, savoring the steamy liquid.

   "So what outfit are you wearing for tomorrow evening?" I asked.

   She turned her green eyes to me and smiled.  "I seem to remember
something you tell me about dark green.  I have the sweater that matches
that dress and shoes that you like."

   "Perfect!" I said.  "Atlanta hasn't been hit like that since Sherman."

   "I hope I don't do as much damage," she giggled.  My Cindy learned her
history.

   "Scarlett O'Hara doesn't hold a candle to my Cindy," I smiled.

   I retrieved a hard suitcase from the under-bed storage and we carefully
stowed her dress and my suit and shirt.  Our normal, informal attire went
into the duffel-style overnight bags we each carried on our weekend
outings.

   After packing, we went to bed, cuddling in the cool air of the trailer,
listening to the north wind howling outside.  The cuddle started something
because a little redhead pushed me from lying on my side, facing her, onto
my back, and her mouth fastened to my chest.

   I felt teeth.  And a giggle as her hand slid down my belly to find me
hardening.  Fast.  "You're not THAT tired, are you, sweetie?" Giggle. 
"Part of you just woke up!"

   Some pleasant while later, that part was ready to rest, an act made far
easier by a purring redhead curled up beside me.

   Moring came with pleasant pause.  I felt her stir, and I got up and
turned the thermostat up to warm our little trailer from 'snuggle' to
'breakfast', then went to the bathroom.  I walked back beside the bed,
finding a pair of green eyes in the gap between red bangs and the edge of
the bedclothes.

   "Bed gets cold FAST without you," she said.

   I slid back under the covers and got wrapped in a tangle of arms and
legs.  Bright eyes and soft lips only added to the delights.

   More giggles.  "I wanted to get warm.  Tee-hee ...  Now I AM!" And we
found out exactly HOW warm.

   She lay back in my arms.  "Whew!  That's good before breakfast!"

   "Mmmm-hmmm," I agreed.  "Wanna dress warm and go up the road?"

   "Pancakes," she smiled.  "And coffee.  Not as good as OURS, but still
good."

   "Then get that cute little butt dressed, cutie!  I shall give you
pancakes!"

   I got up on one side of the bed, she on the other, and we bumped
pleasantly getting clothes out of compact drawers and closets.  She
finished tying her shoes and stood up, a doll in jeans and an orange Auburn
sweatshirt.  The dark blue watchcap she pulled down to her ears set her
hair off.

   "Oh, that's CUTE," I laughed.

   Twinkly eyes and a grin.  "Mister Bill would like it," she grinned. 
"An' Mister Charlie bought it for me."

   "Let's go, baby doll.  Pancakes await!" I opened the door and saw our
truck's windshield coated with frost.  "Never mind.  Let me start the truck
and let it defrost." I dashed outside, cranked the truck, and turned the
defroster on high, then dashed back in.

   "Cold?" she asked.

   "Twenty.  Maybe."

   "BRRR!!!  Sit!"

   I sat.  she climbed into my lap and we wrapped up together.

   "I like doing things with our friends, baby," she said.  "Makes me feel
like you really care about me!"

   "You don't know how deeply I care about you, angel," I said.

   She giggled.  "That, baby, could be taken as a suggestive comment."

   "That, too," I chuckled.  We kissed each other like new lovers for a few
minutes.

   She held my face in her hands, gave me a pert little kiss and said,
"Check the truck.  I have an overriding urge for pancakes now." Her eyes
danced with delight as she slid off my lap.

   I peeked out the window.  "Let's go," I said.  The cab of the truck was
warm when we climbed in.  My partner punched up the stereo and we listened
to a little music on the short drive.

   Walking into the restaurant, Cindy spotted Bill Carmody about the same
time he spotted us.  He waved us over.

   "Hi Mister Bill," Cindy chirped.

   I pulled her chair out to seat her, then sat beside her.

   "Cindy, I like your sweatshirt.  You folks are out in THIS?" he grinned.

   "Either that or one of us had to COOK breakfast at the trailer," Cindy
said.

   "So here we are," I laughed.

   "By the way, Mister Bill," Cindy said, "Thank you SOOO much for the
letter to Auburn!"

   "Awww, sweetie," he grinned, "The dean an' I went to school together. 
Been a bunch of years.  I oughtta go see 'im.  I just thought he needed to
get another idea about our Engineer's Apprentice."

   Cindy giggled.  "Well, thanks!"

   The waitress came with two mugs of steaming coffee without asking. 
That's what we get for being regulars.  She looked at Cindy.  "Pancakes,
sweetie?"

   "Yes, ma'am," Cindy said.

   "Me too," I added.

   "So what's on tap this weekend for you two?" Bill asked.

   Cindy laid out our plans.

   He smiled and nodded.  "Hey, I been meanin' to ask you, somebody told me
that you an' Miss Cindy and some other folks've been playing' music out
there where you're stayin'."

   "I guess I could've said something," I replied.  "Ain't much, really. 
Me, Jim and Ann Hardesty.  Jim's Cindy's guidance counselor at school."

   "And Cindy sings," he said.  "Don't'cha think that some of us might've
been interested?  I mean, Cindy's like everybody's daughter or little
sister out there." He shook his head.  "'Cept you, Dan!"

   "And for me, she's my best friend and..." I paused.  "Bill, the music,
it's a step up from a jam session.  We're not that good..."

   "Not what I heard," Bill said.

   Cindy said, "Dan, we're getting a LOT better.  Mister Bill, next time we
decide to do a show, we'll tell you.  I'll make sure!"

   "Please do," Bill said.  "Makes the job more pleasant, ya know."

   Cindy and I attacked our pancakes and Bill demolished a plate of grits
and eggs and bacon.  When we stood up, he grabbed the check.  I started to
protest.

   "No way," he said.  "My treat!  Ya'll go off an' have a good time!"

   "Thanks, Mister Bill," Cindy said over her shoulder as we left.

   In the truck, Cindy said, "We can talk to the Hardesty's about that,
like maybe next weekend."

   "They might get tired of doing that, baby," I said.

   "I think they'd tell us if they were, don't'cha think?"

   "Well, let's ask them if it's too soon..." I sighed.

   "Oh, I was going to be tactful," she smiled.  "I can be, you know..."
She punched on the stereo and found us some music.

   We killed time back at the trailer for a couple of hours before leaving
for the airport.  I wanted to be a little early.  As it was, we got there
five minutes before Jim and Ann.  Cindy and I were just finished pushing
the plane out onto the apron when they arrived.

   "Back your car into the hangar," I said to Jim.  I did the same thing,
and we closed and locked the hangar door.

   Cindy stood beside Ann as Jim and I stowed the bags in the cargo
compartment and preflighted the plane.

   Climbing in, Ann said, "I can see why you said this isn't a 'skirt'
situation." Cindy giggled.

   Jim and I climbed into the front seat.  I turned to Ann.  "There's a
barf bag in the seat pocket."

   "Dan," she said, "I'm SURE!"

   "Just sayin'," I said.  I turned to Jim.  "You wanna read the
checklist?"

   Jim laughed.  "One page ...  got it!"

   We fired up the engine and got some heat going and I watched until the
oil temperature started climbing into the green before we taxied out. 
"Jim?" I asked.

   "I'll follow you," he said.  "It's a tail-dragger and I'm too rusty."

   After the run-up, we checked for traffic, called on the radio, then
lifted off the runway, cruise-climbing on course to fifty-five hundred
feet, angled into Georgia.

   The intercom and headphones made conversation possible and good friends
made it pleasant.  Ann said, "I forgot how much fun this is."

   In a bit more than an hour we were winding our way thought the air
traffic nightmare that is Atlanta, headed to a general aviation field
outside the city, watching commercial jets in and out of the big airport
that we carefully avoided, and I was pleased to do a real squeaker of a
landing.  No hop, no bounce, no little sideways wiggle.  The wheels kissed
the concrete and stuck, and we were in Atlanta.

   With the plane tied down, we retrieved our rental car and transferred
our luggage, headed to the hotel and checked in.

   Jim said, "Wow, baby!  Us.  A hotel room.  No kids!"

   "Beast!" Ann giggled.  To us she said, "See ya'll at about five?"

   Cindy closed our door behind us, smiling.  "Me and you.  And a big bed.
And a big shower.  And a couple of hours..." she giggled.

   "What's so funny?" I asked.

   "Mister Jim an' Mizz Ann.  They looked almost TOO happy..."

   "It's probably a rare treat for them to get out like this, baby," I
said.

   She said, "Still ...  you know ...  I think about US doin' it, because
we DO ...  but it's kinda funny to realize that other people ...  get
excited about it..." By this time she was pressing up against me. 
"'Course, we COULD sit in the bed an' play cards..." She peeled that
watchcap off her head, loosing that outrageous hair and shook it.

   "C'mere, you!  I have a better idea!"

   By four-thirty we NEEDED a quick shower.  By five, she was a little
red-headed bit of perfection and I was wearing my 'respectable engineer'
suit.

   The phone rang.  Cindy answered it.  "Okay," she said.  "We'll meet
ya'll in the lobby."

   Actually we met them in the elevator.  Jim I'd seen in a suit before. 
I'd not seen Ann dressed up, and she did herself well in dark blue, her
blonde hair in place, and looking like she was MEANT for Jim, her blue eyes
sparkling, make-up an enhancement, not a cover.

   "Ann," I said, "you look VERY nice!"

   "Why, thank you, Dan!  She chirped.  To Jim she said, "See!  A
compliment!" To Cindy, "Wow!  Cindy!  Green does you RIGHT!"

   Dinner for us was a nice restaurant on the 'upper tier' end of things,
but not too expensive, and we enjoyed a pleasant meal and good
conversation.

   When we got to the auditorium, we found ourselves among many similarly
attired people heading into the concert, and we took our seats about
halfway back in the auditorium.  The performance was sublime, a well-turned
out chamber orchestra playing a few familiar pieces as well as a couple
that I'd never heard before.  Cindy tucked the program into her purse. 
"Stuff we need to buy," she said.

   After the concert we found a late-night eatery and the four of us
occupied a booth, drinking coffee and eating pastries.

   "Oh, by the way," Cindy said.  "Word got to people at Dan's job about
our concerts at the park."

   "Oh, really?" Ann said.

   "Yes, ma'am," Cindy said.  "Dan's boss, Mister Bill, we had breakfast
with 'im this morning and he told us that they found out.  Now he wants to
come hear us."

   Jim looked at Ann, then at me and Cindy.  "So, like, this coming
weekend?"

   "I wasn't going to push ya'll," I said.  "I mean, we've been keeping
your dance book pretty full."

   Ann interrupted, "But Dan, we LIKE doing these things.  It's us and the
kids, well, Teresa sings with us, even if Billy just helps set up and then
plays his Gameboy.  It's fun!"

   Cindy turned to me with the beginnings of s smirk.  "See!  I told you I
was tactful!"

   God, she was beautiful, smiling, happy.  "Yes, I see!  But folks, we've
been doin' this for a bunch of aging Yankee snowbirds.  Now we're adding
construction workers to our audience."

   Jim laughed.  "An' they know YOU and they know Cindy.  And you an' me,
we've faced down the Iraqi army, so what's there to be scared of?"

   "Ever watch the country and western bar scene in 'The Blues Brothers'?
The bunch I work with makes that look like the 'Tuesday Afternoon Sewing
Circle'."

   "Nah," Cindy said.  "Another adventure!  It'll be FUN!"

   Cindy and Ann got up to visit the ladies' room.  Jim turned to me. 
"Dammit, Dan, we have a couple of good-lookin' wives!"

   "Married WAYYYY out of our leagues, man!" I laughed.  "Lucky!  That's
all I can say."

   "Cindy's cute as a button in that outfit!  Green, with that hair." He
shook his head.

   "Sort of like Ann in blue.  With those eyes of hers."

   He smiled, satisfied.  "Yes, she's quite the beauty, fifteen years into
the game!"

   When they came out, Jim and I were smiling.  And yes, I did notice more
than one head turn among the rest of the clientele.

   I took the tab for the late night snack and we headed back to the hotel.
In the elevator, Jim said "Let's not get crazy.  Eight?  Nine?"

   Ann said, "Nine sounds good to me."

   "Me too," Cindy said.  "An'we're the girls, so we get to say!" She
smirked at me.

   "Yes, you get to say."

   Quick shower.  She blow-dried her hair and I shaved and we curled up
together, completely wasting most of a king-sized bed.  I turned out the
bedside lamp and kissed her.  "I love you, Cindy."

   "I love you too, Dan." She laid her head on my chest and sighed. 
"Perfect.  Today was perfect."

   I mentally affirmed that idea, falling to sleep with her firm little
titties pressing against me though her favorite cotton nightshirt, her hand
softly caressing my dick.

   I awoke with a little start as she got out of bed, heading to the
bathroom.  I heard the noise, then the flushing sound, then through
slightly opened eyes I saw her face above mine.  'God, ' I thought, 'please
never let me wake up from this dream.'

   The dream kissed my lips, at first a soft, brushing kiss, then when I
reacted, it got more firm and her hand caressed my face.  "Wakey, babe,"
she said.  "It's eight-thirty."

   I smiled.  "You SURE you're not a part of a wonderful dream?"

   Little giggle.  "I am if YOU are," she said.  Another soft kiss, then
the next and her tongue brushed my lips, signaling me to part them.

   I ran my hands up under her nightshirt, my fingers savoring the feel of
her soft skin, relishing every sweet, feminine curve.  Every time I touched
her, it was as exciting as the first, although married, I didn't have the
undercurrent of being a despised criminal.  My mind gave assent to that
fact and I pulled her into me, finding her as eager and excited as I was.
Faced with time constraints, though, we settled for kissing and caressing
for a bit before she sat up.

   "Uh, Mister Richards, ONE of us needs to responsible enough to say 'no'.
We're supposed to meet our friends at nine for breakfast."

   "Yeah, and they're probably having the same discussion we're having," I
sighed.

   Giggle.  "Ya think!?!?" she grinned.

   "Wouldn't surprise me a bit."

   "Yeah," Cindy said.  "Mizz Ann was looking good last night.  I could see
it Mister Jim's eyes.  Still funny to think about other people that way,
though..."

   "Just like us, baby," I answered.  "this," I said, squeezing her firm
ass, "is part of a loving relationship, along with all the other stuff." I
saw her smile.  "I guess we should get dressed."

   She chuckled.  "'Cuz going to eat with friends is part of a loving
relationship."

   My cellphone rang.

   "Mornin', Jim," I said.

   "Mornin'," he answered.  "Are ya'll ready?"

   "Yeah, I was just getting ready to call YOU."

   "Are we plannin' on checkin' out now, or are we comin' back?"

   "Cindy and I usually check out, but it's your call.  If you want a
little more time after breakfast..."

   There was a pause.  "You don't mind?  I mean, I got this blonde here
that wants breakfast right now, but..."

   "But after breakfast, hang the 'Do Not Disturb' sign until noon?"

   Laughter.

   Cindy's eyes were unusually playful when we met them in the lobby.  Jim
and I were back in jeans and long sleeved shirts and Cindy and Ann were in
jeans and sweatshirts.

   "G'mornin', Mizz Ann.  Mister Jim," she said.  "Did you sleep good?"

   Jim looked at her, then me...  "She knows too much, Dan.  We may have to
kill 'er before word gets out that my wife and I enjoyed an evening
together..."

   Ann smiled demurely.  "We slept wonderfully, Cindy.  And you two?"

   "Mmm-hmmm!" Cindy grinned.

   We all loaded into the car and went to breakfast.  This time Jim and Ann
occupied the back seat.  An IHOP provided the pancake destination we sought
and a GPS provided directions to one nearby.  The conversation drifted
around from the quality of the concert (Excellent!) to family and work and
school.

   Jim said, "So now it's University of Alabama's turn.  They're supposed
to call me back this week, and the engineering school is looking to meet
with Miss Cindy.  I'll let you know as soon as we find something out."

   "I'll try to make it, Jim, but you know how work can be," I said.  "I'll
do what I can."

   "I know, baby," Cindy said.  "But either way, we'll be okay."

   Ann's cellphone rang.  "Teresa," she said, then answered.  "Hey,
sweetie." Pause.  "Yes, we had a good time." Pause.  "We're eating
breakfast with Cindy and Dan." Another pause.  "No, we're going to leave
around noon.  We should be home before dinner." Pause.  "Okay!  We love
you, too!" She turned to us.  "That was the 'Momma, when're you coming
home' call."

   "Ya'll want to, we can just go back to the hotel, pack up and leave,"
Cindy said.

   Jim and Ann glanced at her, then each other.  "Nah," Ann said.  "Noon's
soon enough."

   Fifteen minutes later we were back at the hotel, and another five I was
in our room, behind closed doors, Cindy naked astride me.

   "You sweet, sexy thing," I said as she curled her fingers into my chest
hair.  I curled up to kiss her and she met me half way, pushing me down.

   Her lips left my mouth and moved to my chest.  Her purr changed to a
tiny little growl as I felt teeth add to the sensation of her lips and
tongue.  Her bottom slid against my hardness.  She pulled her face away
from my chest and tugged me sideways urging me on top of her, her slim legs
wrapping as far around me as she could get them.

   Her eyes connected with mine.  "I love you, Dan.  I wanna hard one. 
Fast an' hard!"

   I raised my hips.  My dick leapt from being trapped between us to a
perfect angle.  I let the head drag once the length of her juicy pussy and
then pushed.  I was met by her own lunge upward, ensconcing me within her.

   "Nnnnnghhhhh," she moaned.  "I live for thisssssss!"

   "You're so absolutely perfect, Cindy," I whispered.  I gave a tentative
stroke, then moved to a rhythm.  I could tell it pleased her because she
was bucking under me, meeting me stroke for stroke, mobile hips angling and
swirling over me.

   Her eruption preceded mine, precipitated mine, released mine.  I knew my
body wasn't going to be happy hovering over her, so I curled my arms under
her and rolled over on my back.

   She drew a deep breath.  "Gaaahhhhhh, that's GOOOOOD!"

   "The most wonderful physical feeling in the world, little one, except
for all the others you cause in me..."

   "I will love you forever, Dan," she said.

   "And I will adore you, Cindy."

   "Oops," she giggled.  "It fell out." And that quirky grin.

   "So do we leave big spot?"

   "Nuh-uh," she said.  "I like you soft an' soppy, too." Big smile.  I
have no problem with that.  I got to do her in return.  Juicy.  And very
reactive.  Make that Dan - 1, Cindy - 2, for the day's first match.  She
lay in my arms, purring softly.

   Eleven-thirty, rested, VERY relaxed.  "Babe," I said, "Do you have
anything we need to pack?"

   "Nope," she said and with fourteen year old energy she bounced and
landed face down above me.  "Kiss me.  Lots!"

   I kissed her.  She felt me harden.  I scooted back on the bed to sitting
position and she straddled my lap.  Her hand went down and guided me inside
her again.

   "This is just for safekeeping, now.  Don't get excited." She giggled. 
We played.  I delighted in her nipples, watching the pink flesh harden, the
tiny little wrinkles around them.  She thought I was taking advantage of
her, so she climbed off me, and took her turn on mine, holding onto my dick
in her hand.  She stroked the skin up and down over the shaft and felt a
droplet of precum.

   "Oooo!  Juice!" her head dipped and she sucked me vigorously, then
lavished nips and sucks over the shaft.  I was in heaven, then she popped
straight up, giggling.  "Playtime's over!  Time to get dressed!"

   I growled and rolled her onto her back as she squealed, and I lapped her
pussy amid gleeful noise.  And only then did I let her go.

   She tiptoed nude, kissing me.  I wrapped her in my arms.  She whispered.
"You win!  And even when You win, I win."

   Five minutes later she was putting her hairbrush back in her purse, her
watchcap pulled at a proper angle to her ears.  I held her jacket for her
to slip her arms in, and we opened the door, luggage in hand.  In the
lobby, we met Ann.  "Jim's pulling the car around."

   We loaded back into the car and in half an hour we were at the airfield.
We drove the car up on the flightline to transfer luggage and I did the
preflight while Jim turned the car in.  The rental company gave him a ride
back to the plane.  I had the engine ticking over at an idle, warming up,
when he buckled in.  Ten minutes later we were at two hundred feet,
crossing the departure end of the runway.  Fifteen minutes west of Atlanta,
I was starting to relax as we got away from the busy aviation hub and over
the rural areas of Georgia.

   An hour later we were touching down, back home.  We pulled our two
vehicles out of the hangar and pushed the plane in after topping off the
fuel, locked the doors, and then after a round of happy hugs and
handshakes, we parted ways, Jim and Ann to collect, in his words, Thing One
and Thing Two, and Cindy and I back to our little home.

   In the truck, she sagged against me.  "now THAT was a weekend, don't'cha
think?" she said.

   "Lots of fun," I said.  "Jim and Ann are good people.  We're lucky to
have friends like that.  Especially since we're not your standard couple."

   "I know," Cindy admitted.  "Sometimes it's kind of strange, but you
know, I think that the barriers that WERE there are coming down."

   "WERE there?" I asked.

   Cindy sighed.  "Yeah, like how does a thirty-eight year old woman relate
to a fourteen year old girl who's married and therefore, obviously having
sex..."

   "And..." I urged.

   "Mizz Ann, last night when we went to the ladies' room, she said ... 
she asked if everything between us was normal ...  between you and me.  An'
I told her that there was absolutely NOBODY before you, and I was VERY
happy in that regard, an' if 'normal' was any better I'd just DIE." She
giggled.

   "And she responded?"

   Giggle.  "She said, 'good, baby!  I hope it's as good for you an' Dan as
it is for me an' Jim.' That's quite an admission, I think."

   "Yes it is, baby," I said.  "Jim and I watched ya'll walk off and you
two turned some heads in the place.  We decided we both married way better
than we deserve..."

   "Let's just get home, Dan.  We can do TV dinners tonight, can't we?  I
want some serious 'Dan' time."

   "TV dinners will do just fine, little one," I said.  I might've pushed
the accelerator just a little harder, too, but who knows?