He tried to figure out how he could manage this without her hubby becoming suspicious since he didn't realize the two games Summer was playing off him... with her husband. Philip dialed Summer's number and when she answered, he asked her to get out of her bed and move to another room where they could talk on the phone for 20 to 30 minutes. Summer said, "sure" and she moved out of her bed where she'd been asleep beside her husband and down to the family room with only her sexy thing house robe. The two strangers looked at each other and I thought there was some kind of communication going on. "Just us," Pryor said."Well, we have a larger group," Roald said. "We are onboard a small ship -- a yacht. If you want to, you can come with us."More eye signals now, between Prior and Franklin. Finally, Franklin, who seemed the older of the two -- maybe 40 or so -- spoke for the first time since mumbling his initial "hello" to Roald when they had shaken hands. "How many people you got?" More. Being in high school was different; for example, we were assigned seating alphabetically where in earlier grades, we just took whatever seat was open each day. It was more regimented and orderly which, while new, didn't really bother me.Especially Trig class.No, there was nothing exceptional about the class subject, no, it was that I was seated in between two sophomore girls that, to me at least, were the hottest girls in the school. My last name slotted me right in between them. Lucky me.Now,. Bob about fell over laughing along with the crowd, but kept it together to do the rest of the intro's figuring that each of the girls was going to have those damned glasses on until the music started.He wasn't to be disappointed!More rousing applause, and when Bob looked back again she was bright red, but smiling broadly with those damned glasses on. She tapped the roll pedal once putting out a loud "ta-dump". She raised one hand and waved a stick to acknowledge the crowd.Bob just continued on.