"Hi, Michael -- what brings you over here?" I asked, then pretended to take in the towel and stuff. "Hey, I was left with the impression that your mom... didn't want you over here under my bad influence..." She changed her mind," Michael announced. "I mean, she was being really stupid about it..."I grimaced. "I really think she ought to tell me that, don't you?" Well..." he replied, eyeing me, "did she really tell you I couldn't come over? I thought she kind of left it..." She left an impression. We had adjusted our watches from Mountain Time to Eastern to give us a better idea of when we would land. We set down at eleven thirty-five. We taxied to the front of the light jet hangar, and spun around to park. Lisa and I were used to cleaning up after ourselves and put the empty cups and coffee grounds into trash bags as we got ready to leave the aircraft. I poured the remaining coffee into some cups for Sharon, Lisa, Etta, and I before we got off the plane. Everything was ready for a. Wedding bells were on the horizon.In early January, John Larsen married Helen Engleman. Helen’s house was too small for all of us and our trailer was smaller still so it was decided that we’d get a bigger trailer — one with a bedroom for each of us kids. It would have been nice if they’d managed to get a slot near our earlier trailer but the huge, 76’x28’, double wide would only fit in some of the slots further south in the park. Unfortunately that meant that we’d be changing schools ... again.. ”Connie slithered up against me. “X, do you find sex available at all RV parks?”“No, but it’s been more available than I had thought before leaving Nashville. This is my second trip. I went up north to Niagara in mid summer. It was perhaps a little more sex filled than this trip out west. It seems to run in families.”Connie removed her suit. Sylvia had moved behind her and put a hand on her butt. Connie hissed, “Put in another. I need to be stretched.”I looked at her questioningly. She said,.