Putting on my best “hungover” voice, I called him back. He was freaking out. I explained to him that I was fine, that I got home okay, but that I ...didn’t remember anything from last night and that it would be better if we never talked about it again. I could hear the disappointment break in his voice when he told me it was totally cool, and that he was really sorry if he did anything he shouldn’t have. He even tried to backpedal a little bit, pretending that his memories were a little hazy, too,. .. We better get in gear. You got your outfit?" Of course."They showered separately, L ordering a sandwich platter to split while Marianne showered and Marianne signed for it, winking at the slim older man of Mexican extraction gazing raptly at her body dressed in a school girl uniform of short tartan skirt and white buttoned shirt tied under her breasts. L's uniform had a navy blue skirt, but they looked too sexy to fret over inconsistencies. While Marianne looked as if she might have been. I sat beside him on the bench seat of his truck as we were driving to the computer part store. He had to buy more stuff. He was always building and tinkering and doing things in his basement lab. His newest creation sat between us.Why had he brought it to church? He had been fiddling with it earlier before the potluck started.“Dad,” I said, my hands stroking the closed laptop on my lap. The device was plugged into the laptop through a USB cable.“Hmm?” he asked, staring ahead. He was a handsome. “Hey, no problem, my husband and I have a somewhat open relationship and as long as I am honest with him I can have fun outside of the marriage.” I explained. Lance looked a little surprised but happy at this news and leaned in to kiss me. His beard and mustache tickled. I normally am not attracted to men with beards just clean shaven or at the most a moustache. But Lance was such a nice guy and he was cute. “We better be careful and not get caught fooling around.” I.