He felt like he wanted to wrap her up in his lap and just squeeze and kiss the shit out of her. It was like she needed to be stripped completely naked..., wrapped in a soft blanket, nestled all up in is arms, and just fondled all over, forever. Cal probably would have stayed there all morning, but his body was giving him other orders. The more he kissed her, massaged her arms and breasts the more uncomfortable he became. He knew Maureen could see it. For a long time Maureen was perfectly content. “I thought you meant ‘explore the city’,” she said. She was right. This wasn’t a night for that, not with a morning awaiting them. He took her hand and set out in the pattern they had settled on.“This place smells almost as good as your cooking,” he said when they passed an Italian restaurant. “Want to eat here some night after my check comes?” He wanted to bite his tongue afterwards. She didn’t mention that; why did he always have to put it in?“Sounds great. Smells great, I mean.”He tickled. "Hi," I replied trying to sound confident but I could hear my voice waver slightly."It's you," she said and giggled sexily. "I'm glad you've rung for I'm on a layover for forty eight hours and I could do with some company." Oh," I said."Pick me up outside and you can take me to dinner," she said."I'll be sometime," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "My car's parked in the long term." Let's say an hour then," she said.She knew a good local place and she chatted all though. She was busy making up their little back packs, when Peter came into the kitchen."All set?" he asked with a cheerful smile."Yep ... I've just finished." She held out his bag and Peter took it with a little laugh."I can't believe we still use these same bags!"Miranda grinned at him. "Well they do only get used once a year; and they are absolutely perfect for our needs."She slipped her bag onto her shoulders, even as Peter did the same with his."Shall we go then?" he asked lightly."Absolutely!".