Or so we believed. A December invitation had never come our way.****************After the session near Nice, we waited in vain through September, Octo...ber and November. There were consolations: visits to Le Bouche á l’Oreille and similar unbridled establishments, and there was a visit by Fritz and Sophie. Fritz is Alan’s publisher, Sophie was his PA and now is his live-in partner.Although writing is a solitary occupation there are many literary lunches, cocktail parties, university seminars and. Whitney didn't stay with us every night, but she was there Tuesday and Wednesday nights and stayed with me after our taping on Saturday. I had a long and private discussion with Doreen after our taping on Monday. Sam, Jen, Court, and Rose had gone shopping with the moms to pick out their prom dresses. Rose and Sam were going on stag tickets as each other's dates. I assumed Jen and Court were doing the same in Kokomo. Dad was at work. Doreen led me to my room and immediately set about undressing. " Tomorrow." Okay."He hung up. She wanted more. She hung up.Once changed into her nightie, she relaxed on her bed. She felt a tingle in her loins. Her fingers pushed the cotton inside her cunny lips. She rubbed herself there. The friction was pleasing. Thoughts of Gordon flashed inside her shut eyes. His firm flesh. Her imagination caused her hand to play in the air, and to her it was playing with Gordon's chest. She reached down lower, slowly across his muscled stomach, through the rough. Now that the first date was about to happen, that interest was boiling over. Fortunately both Carol and Mom realized Carol had gone too far because one thing was for sure: as nice as Carol was, there was NO WAY I wanted her on this date!The dinner was everything I hoped it would be. The décor romantic, the food delicious, and the service great. They easily recognized what sort of date we were on, and showed discretion and especially patience. We asked for the dessert menu, then talked for forty.