“Have you two talked already?” She inquired. “No, Bridget, we just got up, brushed our teeth and came here to have breakfast.” “Talked about... what?” I chimed in. “About how this year is going to work out,” she explained, “things have gone a lot faster than I expected, so it’s time to lay out some ground rules.” She paused a moment, her eyes looking deep into mine. “Did you enjoy everything that happened since you arrived?” “I - I don’t know,” the question was rather blunt, in all its. " They spent the rest of the meal discussing different eventualities.The following Monday, Harold and Lisa arrived at the courthouse early because, between the media, the libertarians and the religious fanatics, they were expecting a feeding frenzy. They were not mistaken; there were at least five hundred people milling about the courthouse steps and placards and protest signs covering the full gamut from 'PERVERTS" to 'DOWN WITH RELIGIOUS INTOLERANCE' were very much in evidence. Fortunately,. .. don't forget me! I want you so much, it hurts!" After that kiss, how could I?" I thought to her.I watched the beautiful redheaded empath, bubbling sexual energy like a percolator, as she flounced down the narrow aisle towards the adults at the other end. Once more, I found myself wishing that I knew who to thank for my second chance.I had barely taken a bite of my supper, before my booth was invaded by another pair of sexual dynamos. Their desire radiating from them like sunshine, bathing. About 10 minutes after I got there, I saw Chrissy walking towards my table. She was wearing a white sleeveless button down blouse and tight black shorts that ended at her mid thighs. Her long legs had no other coverage downwards for miles until you reached her feet where she was wearing low-top sneakers. She was turning a head or two in her direction due to her legs out on display, and her shapely round ass pressing hard against her tight shorts. I knew she was cute from her photos. In real.