Who in the world are you folks?"Robby stood up slowly with Bobbi holding his hand. She was close like she was scared. He said, "My name is Robby Cook-...Thomas-Sullivan. We are an exploring party from the east. We flew in to the airport this morning. After refueling, we got this bus running and were going to check out El Paso."Another of the men said, "You flew in from the east? What do you fly? Where in the east? That's a pretty large place."Robby said, "We flew in an airplane. We spent last. ..ha, ha!... he's going to get those tingling outdoor frilly-frighttrembles, I think." They were my own satin pyjamas, Mother. I wore them the night we got'married'; the only night he's ever seen me going to bed, what with youhaving him to yourself now."Her words brought a whimper from her husband as he stood beside hismother-in-law's chair. The satin pants were extremely wide legged,perhaps eighteen inches across, all the way down. But that was only thestart of his public humiliation worries. Tim nearly jumped with excitement while he continued watching the van. “But will you look at who is in the passenger seat?”“Who?”The van had turned into a gas station and parked at one of the pumps. The passenger door opened, and Tommy, decked out in his black Spurs jersey, baggy black jeans, and bright white basketball shoes, headed into the store. He was still talking to the van’s driver, who had gotten out and was getting ready to pump some gas.“Is that who I think it is?” Tim pumped his. He had liked it (and so had I, God help me) and he might absolutely do it again - send me home ultimately unsatisfied – even if our contract had promised ‘satisfactory completion’. A twinge, almost strong enough to be a cramp, went through my pelvic floor muscles, and another fat drop fell from me and splattered onto the floor.“Very forthcoming,” he observed slyly, missing nothing. Then again, my liquid pennies probably showed up on the light grey plastic flooring as very visible dark spots.