She sighed and leaned back against his hands as his fingers worked their way slowly down to her temples. Mmmm…She allowed her mind to drift. She ...thought about him, and all the different people he seemed to be. She wanted to ask him about all the strange things they had been doing. Whether other people did them. Whether he really liked her. His fingers moved along the bones above her ears, found the soft spots where the back of her head joined her neck. So soothing. She wanted to ask. "She manufactured a quick smile for him, brushed by to arrange the table setting. "Oh? It's nice of you to notice."This was something she hadn't even taken into consideration, the fact that her husband might suddenly turn sensuous and want her again. How could she screw Bill, without thinking of those torrid sessions with his best friend--and with that horny sixteen- year-old boy?Lifting her voice to forestall any other advances by Bill, she called out: "Come and get it, kids! Dinner's. ??I know, but she'll be eager to lock tonsils just as much as I do," said Kelly.?And I forgot to tell you, we'll be eating out," said Miriam. ?So wear something nice.?With the meal coming that evening, Kelly opted to wear something more casual for the first part of the day. She sat and ate breakfast feeling fidgety, for she eagerly awaited Paula's arrival.Paula was getting her old school bag ready. She had put her black dress and some black pumps into it plus some casual wear for Monday, of. ”She favors brilliant colors and shapes. A vegetable stand, the scarlet and yellow peppers sectioned between green fruits surreal in the intensity of their hue. A sidewalk Italian restaurant festooned with brilliant umbrellas and napkins. A flower box resplendent with daisies and phlox.“I thought you shot in a studio.” These at least were not.“Here,” she says, taking the sheaf from me. Her hand brushes mine and again a thrill courses through my body. She shuffles through the sheaf, then.