When we got home I carried her in from the car and up to bed where I tried to undress her and change her in to some suitable bedclothes. She flailed h...er arms at me and objected. I asked her if she wanted something to eat - any soup, spaghetti, anything at all. She shook her head weakly and remarkably for Summer, even declined when I offered chocolate. I didn't really have a clue what to do at that point. It was my wifes job, she does all those things and knows about sickness and what to do. All. Maybe because it was a little loud or he was drinking a littletoo. We learned a little about each other although most of what I said was alie. Maybe he was lying too but it didn't matter. He was nice, polite,and cute with a nice butt. We went downstairs where the real party was(and also the make-out spot) and started talking then moved to kissing. Ihad never kissed anyone and he knew that. That much wasn't a lie but weworked through it. I really liked it. It was great! And no one waspointing. "I expected to pay, and pay dearly for the brief affair with Joanna. Linda had found the hand-written birthday card in the front pocket of my suit jacket. The suggestive wording was damning enough, but it was the picture of Joanna in the nude, sitting on my desk, cupping her breasts with both hands with a come-hither look that told the whole story. It was just sex - feral, spontaneous, animal sex; sex with no strings or emotional attachment. That hadn't been much consolation to Linda. She was. I guess the only question in my head is whether I picked the right guy, or settled for second best, like Mom says she did." I guess we'll never know, will we?" I tried to defuse the time bomb that I could feel ticking away."Maybe, and maybe not," she let that bomb explode in my face. "We'll see what happens."I could feel that inherent curiosity factor in my granddaughter, and wondered if she had the same resolution in her mind that I thought she might. But tonight was not the time to go into.