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 At five o'clock the four of us walked into a restaurant, having made
reservations previously.  Alan and I looked quite respectable in suit and
tie, but the girls, that was a whole different dimension.

   Getting dressed, Cindy asked, "Are you SURE, Dan?  I mean, another dark
green dress?"

   "You don't like it?"

   "Oh, no, baby, I think it's beautiful.  But..." she started.

   "I just think that it sets your hair off perfectly.  You're beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful.  And I can't help but want to show you off just a
little bit."

   "Okay, then.  I LOVE the dress.  Even more if you REALLY like it." She
slid up against me and pulled my face downward to kiss me.  I kissed back.
The dress was tasteful, short-sleeved, and she had a matching sweater to go
with it, a concession to the cool temperatures.  Make-up?  Nothing past the
perfume that extended tendrils, beckoning me to her.  Those green eyes, the
luxurious long lashes, the arch of red eyebrows, I knew that when she
walked in, she'd be the prettiest thing in the place.

   And now here I was standing beside Alan, and his Tina was no less a
beauty, her only slightly darker hair counterpoint to a navy blue dress.

   Dinner was subdued, simple, not too filling.  The girls complimented
each other on their attire.

   Tina said, "Don't you think it's nice, seein' 'em in suits every now and
then?"

   Cindy nodded enthusiastically.  "Kinda lets me know that he really IS
civilized, sometimes.  That's one of the nice things about these concerts,
you know."

   "Uh-huh," Tina said.  "And you can look at him and see how he stacks up
against the others, you know..."

   Cindy giggled.  "And feel sorry for all those other ladies..."

   Walking out after the meal, yes, heads did turn.  Alan elbowed me
somewhat discretely.  "Man, we did REAL well, buddy!"

   "Yes, we did indeed," I said.  I smiled as the two girls looked back at
us over their beautifully clad shoulders.

   At the concert hall, we were equally proud as we entered with our wives.

   The concert.  In a word, soaring.  Other words: Grand.  Ornate.  The
music was done to perfection, and it WAS a favorite set of pieces.  I was
moved.  Equally moved was my Cindy.  Her hand clutched mine tightly, and
several times I looked over to see her with her eyes closed, tears on her
cheeks.  It was THAT kind of performance.  I admit that she wasn't the only
one carried away by the pieces.

   We worked our way out of the place afterward and headed back to the
hotel.  Well, not exactly.  Back to the pancake place, first.

   The waitress came to the table.  "My, don't you folks look GRAND?!?" she
said.

   "Thank you!" the girls said in unison.

   "Hey!" I said, "She could've been talkin' about me an' Alan!"

   "Wasn't," the waitress quipped.  "Might've just blown my tip, though."

   Cindy tossed her head, smiling.  "Don't worry!  We'll take care of you!"
She was backed in her assertion by an equally smiling Tina.

   Hot chocolate and pastries all around, and we chatted amiably about the
concert and the days' events.

   "You know," Cindy said, "The music was great!  The best!  But what made
THIS weekend is US all getting together."

   It was obvious that Tina shared that sentiment.  As for me, I wasn't
unhappy with it, I was just rolling one scenario after another through my
head.

   I had entered the weekend with a little plan, a path where I stayed in
Alabama to support Cindy's college career.  I hadn't given much thought
past that, thinking that if she pulled off a solid performance in college,
she's have another layer to her 'rock star' performance and that she could
leverage that into a selection of engineering jobs before she was old
enough to drink.

   Now I was looking at my old buddy, Alan, certainly a VERY capable
engineer in his own right, and the scenarios involved how we could connect
our two overlapping skillsets into a viable business, and further, how we
could match up Tina's college performance with Cindy's.  It was a whole new
rainbow of possibilities.

   Cindy read my face.  "Baby, what are you thinking?"

   "Just all the possibilities we have before us.  Buncha thoughts, babe!"

   Alan was apparently there with me.  "Uh-huh.  Lots of things to
consider. But, yes, I am glad we all met."

   Tina said, "And we're gonna keep in touch, right?  I know Cindy and I
will.  I'm talking about you two."

   It's Alan's wife, so HE hung his head.  "Yeah, I know, baby ...  I'm
just a guy ...  Some things just slip.  And I need a good woman to civilize
me..."

   "We have to do that, Tina," Cindy giggled.  "Actually, most of the time,
Dan's pretty organized.  But he did let him an' Alan slip.  That's guys,
though.  We're SISTERS!"

   "I think we learned that," I said.  "Alan and I got lucky, finding you
two."

   "Yeah," I added.  "I saw the way people looked when you two walked into
the theater tonight.  Impressed.  And that's just the outside."

   "Weather's not looking good for tomorrow," Alan said.  "Are you two okay
for another night?"

   "I told Bill there was a real possibility of me not getting back to work
Monday," I said.  "The room's not a problem.  You guys?"

   Tina looked at Cindy, smiling.  "We need to get on the computer and see
what to do tomorrow."

   Alan said, "Apparently we don't have a problem, either."

   Cindy said, "We can get up an' have breakfast together here, and then
maybe museums or something like that."

   "Rain," I said.  "Probably rain."

   "So, indoor stuff," Tina said.

   I signaled the waitress for the check.  "Sounds like a plan.  How early
for breakfast?"

   "Nine?" Alan suggested, looking to Tina for approval.

   Tina looked at Cindy.  Got a smile and a nod.  "Nine, then."

   "Yeah," Cindy said.  "I get awfully used to showering without worrying
about running out of hot water.  And room..."

   "I'm with you there," Tina said.

   I wrote a hefty tip onto the check.  No sense in angering my cutie.  We
got up and walked out.  I could feel the moisture on the shifting winds,
presaging the new weather system.  We went back to the hotel and went
inside, saying our goodbyes in the lobby, then Cindy and I took the
elevator to our floor.

   I locked the door behind us, viewing Cindy, cute, desirable, as she
walked ahead of me.  "Turn around, baby," I said.  "Let me get just one
more look at you."

   She turned, her head tilted, her eyes soft, lovely, the sweetest of
smiles on her lips, holding her purse in front of her with both hands.

   "You are the loveliest creature in the universe," I said.  And I meant
it.

   "Would I be as beautiful if I was naked and freshly showered?"

   "Yes.  Absolutely, yes."

   "Then you may want to help me out of this dress, sweetie."

   I helped her to delightful, unadorned nudity.  She was right.  Slender,
so perfectly shaped.  I could see that she was still growing from the first
time I saw her naked, the hips were a little broader, more feminine than
boyish, the waist slender, and the breasts, while still small, had also
taken on a more rounded shape.  And she was MINE.

   "You oughtta get undressed, too, honey," she said.  "Shower.  Then..."

   In two minutes we were in the shower together, enjoying, as she'd said,
the unlimited hot water, and the room to soap each other up with loving
enthusiasm, followed by rinsing with equal enjoyment.  We toweled off and
she started drying her hair while I shaved.  I finished shaving and took
over brushing duties to finish our ritual and then I scooped her up as she
giggled, and carried her to the bed, lowering her into the center of it,
then putting my face in the center of her.

   "Mmmmmmm, Dan..." she purred.  "I love you."

   "That's a neat thing to tell me while I've got you totally naked in our
bed, ' I said.

   "No, seriously!  I LOVE you."

   I looked into her green eyes and I knew she was serious.  "I love you,
too, Cindy Sue." Her given name was Cynthia Susan.  I called her Cindy Sue
when I wanted a happy giggle.  I got a kiss that curled my toes.  Then the
giggle.

   "Let's turn the covers back," she said.  We did.  Then she was on her
hands and knees, facing me, smiling.

   I crawled back into bed and she wrapped me up, rolling herself backward,
drawing me atop her.  "Sometimes I want you pressing on me, possessing me,"
she whispered.

   "I want you, baby."

   Flash of green eyes.  "You got me.  Now what're ya gonna DO with me?"

   "Eat you.  Starting right here.  I LOVE necks." Her's was graceful and
oh, so exposed, under the curtain of that red hair.  I went in just behind
her ear, bringing down peals of giggles

   I pulled free.

   "That's a good start," she said.

   "Then THIS part." A pert pink nipple centered in a little aureole, just
begging for sucks and nibbles.  I did.  "And look, another just like it!" I
loved on the partner.  Then I popped up and kissed her.

   "I get to do some of that," she giggled, pushing me over on my back. 
"But I have a GOAL!" She went straight for my erection.  When her mouth
closed over the head and first inch of the shaft, I was transported to
another universe.

   "OHgodCindy," I blurted as I struggled to get my breath back.

   Her response was a giggle escaping around the hard shaft in her mouth,
and more sucking, her tongue working me over, punctuated by gentle rakes of
her teeth, something she liked and I doted on.  Then she stopped and slid
her lithe form up, straddling me, sliding higher, presenting me with
perhaps the most perfect pussy in the world.

   My nostrils flared as her delicate odor came to me, then I extended my
tongue to the uppermost aspect of her slit.  When it touched her sensitive
skin, she reacted with a little jerk forward, burying my tongue in between
her moist folds.

   "YES!  Dan, YESSSSS!"

   I flicked and licked and sucked, knowing what made her happy.  I thought
I was doing well.  I was certainly enjoying it.  Her hands clasping on the
back of my head, pulling me into her reinforced my assumption.  Little
quivers racked her body as she came.

   She lowered herself onto me, guided by my waiting arms.  It took a
noticeable time for her breathing to become regular and when it did, our
mouths merged for a long, loving kiss.

   "Inside me, Dan.  I want you inside me.  Hard.  Weld us together." A
gentle tug indicated that we were supposed to roll over.  We did, her legs
splaying apart, opening herself in welcome.  I entered her, relishing the
slick, hot tightness.  Her legs tried to clamp around me.  Instead, her
heels dug into my buttocks, urging me into a rhythm.  I wasn't long for
this stimulation.  "Mmmmmm, baby," I moaned.  "You're too much.  Too good.
I can't..."

   "PUSH!!!  DANNNNNNNNNNNN!  Nnnnghhhh!  PUSH!"

   I had about two pushes left before oblivion, and I gamely gave them to
her, the second resulting in an upward buck of her hips and a
"YESSSSSSSS!!" hissed through clenched teeth.

   My own orgasm erupted.  I managed little thrusts in time with the
eruptions of fiery ecstasy.  "Ohgodbaby!  Ohhhhhh goddddd!"

   A gentle tug indicated that she wished to end up on top of me, a wish
easily granted.  With her atop me, she tugged a pillow into position behind
my head, supporting me in kissable range to the angel on my chest.

   "I adore you," I sighed.

   "And I adore you.  Dan, all those wonderful people we saw tonight.  I
wonder how many of them are as in love as we are?"

   "I dunno, sweetness.  You're the one that makes this possible for me. 
The ONLY one..."

   "Mmmmm," she purred, drawing away from a kiss.  "We do.  Make it
possible for each other, I mean."

   "Mmm-hmmm," I answered softly.  "We complete each other."

   I felt the juices flowing from her as she relaxed.  So did she.  Her
eyes met mine.  "Towel.  Or..."

   "Turn around," I said.  We cleaned each other, during the course of
which she shuddered to another orgasm as my tongue searched for the
remnants of our happy coupling.

   We retrieved the covers and she snuggled into my side, lit only by the
bedside lamp.

   "Wouldn't it be nice if we all could end up together, Dan?  You, me,
Tina, Alan?"

   "You're pretty serious about that aren't you, babe?"

   "Mmm-hmm.  I felt, like, a connection.  Sort of like with you.  Except
you're my MATE.  She's my sister.  Yeah, I think I'm serious."

   "Futures have a way of doing their own thing, baby," I said.  " Alan and
I, I know we can work, but we're talking about FOUR electrical engineers,
two fresh out of school.  That's an unusual way to start a business."

   "Don't you have some technicians, too?  Like Jason.  That you trust?"

   I was listening to Cindy's stream of thought and a plan was forming in
my mind, one of Alan's 'business models'.  "I see where you're heading,
little one, and I'm not even sure YOU do."

   That got me the same smile that I first noticed one day back in August.
It was simply cute back then.  Now it was everything.  I kissed her bangs.

   "Nope.  I like that, but I want THIS," she said, pulling my face
downward to connect our lips.  I don't think she consciously batted here
eyelashes at me, but they fluttered, doing delightfullness in my mind.  I
kissed her again.

   "Never wanna do without you, Dan," she said.  That was her last word
before we slipped into slumber.  Sometime during the night I turned the
lamp out and rolled on my side facing away from her.  A tiny whimper
escaped her lips and she cupped her body against my back.

   I woke in the morning facing her, our legs a tangle, her face a bit of
angelic perfection.  Gently I let my hand trace the sexy curve of her
buttock from her waist to her thigh.  I felt a hand flutter, searching,
then fingers curling around my dick.  She burrowed her face into my chest,
rubbing, then turning to connect her teeth to my breast.

   "Mornin', cutie," I said softly.

   "Mornin', guy," she answered.  Her hair was tossed in delightful
disarray from sleep.  She propped up on one elbow and shook her head to
bring it to some sort of order.  Next issue was a good morning kiss.  Or
two.  Or enough to get Dan trapped flat on his back by a fourteen year old
cutie.  For a few seconds, anyway, before said cutie bounded out of bed,
headed to the bathroom, followed by her biggest fan.

   Water was running in the sink as I finished my important business of the
morning.  I walked out of the bathroom as she finished washing her face. 
She smiled.  "We can get dressed and then call Tina an' Alan for
breakfast."

   "Okay," I said, taking my turn at the sink.  The moist cloth was
refreshing, almost as much as the coffee I expected shortly.  I entered the
main room in time to see Cindy sliding yet another sweatshirt down over her
head.  She was wonderfully bra-less, just begging me to touch her firm
titties, and she giggled and wiggled out of my grasp when I did.

   "Don't start, Dan!  You KNOW how I get..." she giggled.

   "Oh, Oooo-kayyy," I said.  "Too much temptation."

   "Uh-huh," she smiled.  "Get dressed."

   She was sitting in a chair putting on socks, and in a second or two, so
was I.  I was sliding into my shoes when she punched up the room number for
Alan and Tina.

   "Hi, Sis," she chirped.  Pause.  "Yeah, Himself is putting on his shoes
right now." Giggle.  "Uh-huh.  Looked like a sad little puppy dog when I
said no." Another giggle.  "Okay.  We're on our way down.  See ya!" She
turned to me and smiled.

   "Sad little puppy dog?  What was THAT comment about?"

   She waltzed up to me and grabbed my belt, pulling me against her.  She
turned her face up and I turned mine down and we kissed.  "Just a teensy
little joke, babe.  Let's go!"

   The crew assembled in the lobby and traipsed out to Alan's car under
leaden skies.  Sliding into the front seat and buckling in, I told Alan,
"Us sad little puppy dogs need to stick together." Alan looked at me
quizzically, especially when the two girls in the back seat laughed.

   In the diner, we begged for immediate coffee and ordered breakfast. 
Alan looked out the window.  "doesn't look good for flying home today," he
said.

   "Nope," I admitted.  "I used to run under scud like this in Louisiana
when I was in a hurry, but not when there was mountain range to cross.  Or
the love of my life sitting beside me.  Maybe tomorrow will be better."

   "Forecast says so," Tina said.  "Oughtta be VFR at sunrise, so we can
leave whenever."

   "Mid-morning," I said.

   "That gives us time to have breakfast together, huh?" Tina asked.

   "Of course, Sis," Cindy smiled.

   The waitress deposited the first of several plates of pancakes.  Cindy
grinned.  "I love pancakes.  First time Dan took me to breakfast, he bought
me pancakes."

   My mind remembered the almost unbearably shy, uncertain little girl that
was Cindy then, and compared that to Cindy now, every day more poised,
confident and capable.  And every day I loved her more and more.

   We laughed and talked our way through breakfast, then sat back and
savored more coffee before heading back to the hotel.  Alan and I sat in
the lobby watching the news while Cindy and Tina went to Tina's room to
search out a day's activities.  It wasn't long before they came back with a
stack of notes.

   Tina read them off: a couple of museums, a German restaurant (lunch),
and a movie.

   "That's a day, there," I said.

   Cindy nodded.  "Yes, it is."

   And off we went.  By bedtime I was pretty well 'funned' out.  Of course,
after showering with Cindy, there was still enough of me left for "Baby? 
Hold me..." and afterward, another of those blissful slides into sleep.

   The morning brought us all to the lobby before breakfast.  We loaded up
our cars, paid the bills, then met at the pancake place yet one more time,
then had our own little two-car caravan to the airport under clearing
skies.

   We took turns oohing and ahhing over each other's airplanes.  I was
really impressed with the condition of Alan and Tina's 182.  Of course, it
hadn't spent the biggest part of its life flying mooseheads around Alaska.

   "Who gets left seat flying home?" I asked Alan.

   "She does.  I flew here."

   Cindy smiled.  "Good, Tina.  I'm left seat for us, too!"

   Rental cars were turned over to the rental company and two couples
walked out to the flightline.  With one little folding ladder there, our
two pre-flight rituals were a model of choreography.  I held the ladder
while Cindy checked the wing tanks, the passed the ladder to the waiting
Alan.

   Pre-flight checks complete, Alan and I shook hands and the girls
administered hugs all around.  Within minutes two Continental engines were
spinning propellers in the crisp morning air.  I watched Cindy, amusingly
incongruent in her jacket, the communications headset on her head, shoving
that red hair into interesting configurations.  Her voice filled my ears
over the intercom as she ran through the checklist.  We rolled.

   "Careful, babe," I said.  "We have company." Indeed, Alan and Tina's 182
was a couple of hundred yards ahead of us on the taxiway.

   Alan's voice popped through on the radio, advising traffic in the area
of their impending departure.  I followed almost immediately with a
transmission of our intent.  As their plane taxied onto the runway and
turned into the wind, I saw Tina waving enthusiastically out the window. 
Cindy waved back.  We watched the plane accelerate, then rotate and lift
its wheels off the runway.  They were on the way.  We waited until they
cleared the end of the runway, headed north, before we mirrored their
action.

   Cindy loved take-offs.  "I'm doing a 'short-field', she said.  This was
literally a stretch for five foot two Cindy, as it required her toes on the
brakes while she simultaneously hauled the control yoke back to keep the
tail down while she ran the engine up to max power.

   Oh, I'm cautious.  My hands and feet were mere factions of as inch from
the controls in case things went wonky, but there she was with that little
'I'm concentrating' wrinkle on her nose, right between her eyes.

   "Ready?" she asked.

   "Let's do it!" I said.  I felt the lurch as her toes came off the brakes
and we rolled.  She let the tail come up just clear of the runway.  We
accelerated and I knew she was reading the feel of the aircraft as lift
developed over the wings.  The main gear came off the runway and she let us
accelerate to best rate of climb speed and held that, flicking the trim
wheel knowingly.

   "How's that?" she asked.

   "Pretty much perfect," I admitted.  Apt student.

   A quarter mile off the end of the runway she rolled into a turn that put
us on a direct path to our little home field and lowered the nose into a
comfortable 'cruise-climb'.  Cindy looked at the GPS.  "Groundspeed's 'way
down.  Stiff headwind."

   "Yeah," I said.  "Had one behind us coming.  Works against us going
home. Could be worse, though."

   "Worse?" she asked.

   "Yeah," I said.  "We got it on our quarter.  Alan an' Tina's got it
right on their nose."

   "Alan 'n' Tina," she repeated.  "Didn't see that coming, did you, baby?"

   "Not in my wildest dreams," I admitted.

   "Could be one of those life-changing events," she said.

   "Everything's a life-changing event," I said.

   "You know what I mean," she said.

   "Interesting thought you had about a community, ' I said.

   "Was just thinking of you trapped inside ONE plant forever.  Like using
a hammer to swat flies, I think." She sighed.  "But I wasn't sure how I
could work out with goin' to college an' you going on the road."

   "I wasn't sure how that would work either.  I mean, chances are there
that we'd end up with some decent neighbors and you'll probably have
friends you meet in college, so you'll have some network going on."

   "But we don't KNOW that..." she said.  "I get nervous."

   "Not as nervous as you USED to be," I said.

   "I love you, Dan, that you're willing to change what you do, just to
take care of me.  But if we can do BOTH..." she looked at me.  "This might
be a way."

   "Might be." I smiled at her.  "And you two COULD be sisters."

   "I think so," she smiled.  "But, you know, I looked at Alan 'n' Tina,
an' I can see how people must see you an' me, you know, the age thing."

   "Worse for us," I said.  "You look considerably younger than Tina."

   "Not that much," she said.  "'Nother thing, too.  I saw how she looked
at him when we were driving around.  She's in love, Dan."

   "Good.  Alan took that divorce hard.  We traded 'lost wife' stories."

   "I didn't know guys talk about those things." Green eyes.

   "Some guys do," I said.  "First time we both didn't buy into the 'drink
beer, chase women, and raise hell' thing at that project."

   "Same thing me an' Miz Helen noticed about you," she said.

   "Took a little redheaded girl to make me think I needed more than a
buddy," I said.

   "That's sort of what happened with Tina 'n' Alan," she said.  "'Cept
they have an ex-wife and a little girl to deal with."

   "And all YOU have is a herd of whacked-out Cajuns."

   "I LIKE my new family, guy.  Tootie says she likes ME better'n YOU."

   "That's cuz you didn't grow up in the same family, terrorizing one
another..."

   "I bet ya'll were horrible when you were kids, ' she giggled.

   "Mom an' Dad wore us out more'n once," I laughed.  "Tootie told you some
of the stories.  Just the ones where SHE looks good.  Wait'll next trip. 
Ask Jerry."

   "When IS our next trip, baby?"

   "Asks the girl flying the airplane," I laughed.  "Let's have a weekend
or two to ourselves, and then make an excuse."

   "Isn't it almost Mardi Gras?" she asked.

   "This week," I said.  "We talked..."

   "Oh, yeah, I remember," Cindy said.  "We really DID want the Bach thing
instead.  Thank you.  I always wanted to see that performed live.  An' I
know you did, too."

   "You an' me'll be married a long time, baby.  We'll have plenty for time
for Mardi Gras.  Maybe next year..."

   "So when do we visit home for the weekend?"

   "Maybe a week or so.  Let's see how the project's going."

   "Yeah," she said.  "Tomorrow you're taking me with you.  Turbine
start-up, right?"

   "Yep.  Reminds me.  Lemme call Bill and let 'im know that we're on our
way back."

   Bill's voice on the phone was relaxed.  "Everything's on track for
tomorrow," he said.

   "It's still okay for Cindy to come?" I asked.

   "I talked with the owner reps.  As long as she's escorted.  And no more
'Let's get Cindy to take pictures inside the boiler' stuff," Bill said. 
"Mean's I'm gonna have to get more skinny engineers."

   I laughed.  "Cindy, Mister Bill says you don't get to go inside the
boiler any more.  You're upsetting the safety department."

   "Hi, Mister Bill," Cindy said, loud enough for him to hear.

   "Tell 'er I said 'hi' too.  We'll see you at breakfast?"

   "Sure will.  And have we got stories to tell." 'And pictures, ' I
thought.  Of our mutual friend Alan and his new wife.

   The miles passed easily beneath us and finally we were curving downward
towards our home strip.  Cindy executed an almost flawless landing and
thirty minutes later the plane was behind locked doors.

   Cindy flipped open her cell phone.  "I'm calling Tina to let 'em know we
made it home." She punched a button.  "Hi, sis!" Pause.  "Yeah, we're on
the ground.  Home." Pause.  "Uh, okay.  Call when you land.  And email an'
stuff." Pause.  "'Kay!  Love you too!  Bye!"

   I caught the 'love you too' comment and filed it.  Maybe they WERE
serious about that 'sisters' thing.  I mean, outside of doting husbands,
neither had real family, at least not family that cared.  We loaded into
the truck, Cindy firmly tucked in beside me, and we were headed to the
park.

   First order of business was to stop at the office and give a synopsis of
the weekend to Helen and Charlie.

   "Wait!" Cindy said.  "We have pictures!" She retrieved the laptop and
put it on the counter.  After it booted up, she opened the photos.  "Me an'
my new sister!" It was a picture I'd taken of her and Tina on Saturday
after lunch.  Two sweatshirt-clad cuties."

   "Goodness sakes," Helen said.  "There is a resemblance."

   I let her recount her version of the Alan 'n' Tina thing.  The judge
shook his head.  "Right down to needing to get a judge to sign off and
marry 'em.  Mighty fine!"

   Cindy's cellphone rang.  She flipped it open.  "Hi, Sis!" She turned to
Helen and Charlie.  "It's HER!" then back to the phone.  "Ya'll are landed?
Good!" Pause.  "Yeah, we'll talk.  Take care.  Bye!"

   Cindy showed them the best picture, in my opinion.  It was her and Tina,
fully decked out for the concert, standing together.  Striking. 
Breathlessly beautiful.  I said so.  Helen and Charlie agreed.  Cindy
blushed.

   Finally we left for our trailer.  Cindy held the door as I hauled in
bags, and then we locked ourselves in.  I turned the thermostat back up to
'living creatures' and we started putting things away.  Didn't get finished
before a diminutive redhead accosted me.

   "Something about being in OUR place, babe," she giggled.  And she tugged
my hand, pulling me toward the bed.