‘Just all this talk of food is making me big,’ I texted. It was but it wasn’t my already slightly pudgy stomach I was really referring too. Some...thing else was getting a bit larger while we continued to chat. ‘Why not chow down?’ asked Cathy. I didn’t respond, not knowing exactly what she meant. The course of the conversation changed for a few minutes as we talked about how sore we were from work and about Cathy’s trips to her massage therapist, her RMT. In one line of text, her phone’s. Now a couple of years before I had a girl friend who taught me a thing or two about oral sex. I later added a couple of flourishes over the years. A later girl got the benifits of the lessons. We were at her parents house, the folks were on vacation. We were making out and I slowly undressed her and kissed her. First her cheeks , her eye lids. Then down her neck and across her shoulders to her arms and fingers. I kissed my way down her body gently, tasting her skin inch by inch. I kept away. " Exactly," I said finishing my father's forming thought. "Mike and the rest of his gang had to flee the state. Last I heard Mike was in Chicago." Fine," Father growled. "I guess you can still help me. Do you know Vince Reed?" He's the head of the union local for the stagehands. What do you need for him to do?" I asked."He knows a couple of tour promoters. I need one of the promoters to organize a pair of tours for some travelling shows," Father said."Couldn't you call or e-mail Vince. In fact I'd very much like you to stay for dinner, that is if you'd like to."'He's thinking about it little brother, thinking that, like her boyfriend, Erin Macintosh never does anything without an ulterior motive. Again though he's balancing another couple of hours with this extraordinary and very attractive woman before he has to meet Anne at the gym. He's thinking how much worse can it get. I guess I don't need to tell you his answer do I?'Again I didn't need to answer, instead I just.