We won't be long, I promise." Bill said.I sidled up to Bill and asked if he knew Sy's house was kitty corner to Megs, actually right next to Heidi Ste...warts, and maybe we wouldn't be gone over an hour as he thought, even with both stops."Actually Parkers, Coleman's and Stewarts are all having one big party and one stop will cover everything. Gee, that might leave some time to stop at my room above the garage for some one on one congratulating," Bill said with a snicker."Bill Wilson!!" I said. He frowned at her. He remembered he was trying to talk to her like she was an adult.“You don’t have a lot of time left,” he said. “I don’t think experiencing ... things ... while you still can, I mean ... I just don’t think it’s a bad thing.” He realized he had been too vague, and went on. “Okay, I don’t have a daughter, but if I did, I’d want her to wait to ... do things like that.” She started to say something, but he cut her off. “That’s not because it’s a bad thing to do. It’s because it. It could not be explained and yet she found she would know when he would be about to talk to her, or when he would enter the room. It was a knowing born of intuition, and it seemed that whenever she longed to speak with him, or would be daydreaming of him he would be there a moment later. His eyes appeared the most beautiful thing she have ever seen, and sometimes when she looked into them she felt there was a lot more to him than people see. Throughout this torturous time there was a moment. Occasionally as we talked we woulddiscuss sex and things we liked and didn't like. Things we thought were kinky and sexy, but thetopic never got very deep. I always developed a hugeerection and would have to put my hands in my lapto avoid the others seeing. We got to where wewould share fantasies, but they too were very plainand non-personal. Then one night after we had eaten dinner,Krista said she had a dream that Sunny was in asuntan booth and that she peeped in and watched herlay there in.