And then we got to our feet. The men took up positions calmly in rows, and the equal number of women stood in front of their man (or a man if they ha...d arrived solo).Our task was to see how conscious we could become of the others attractiveness, and seeing how we could build safe erotic attraction with just our eyes, our posture, our breathe and our almost spiritual connection. With K it was easy for us to enjoy each other's inner eye. But then the fun started.The men stayed where they were,. Very nice. I let him give me pedicure as reward. He very happy. I tell him, ?You like pretty feet so much, why not make your own pretty toes?? He asks what I mean.I say, ?Give yourself pedicure. Same color of toenails as mine. Yes, you do or no more kissy-foot.?Next time his toes painted. Color of ripe strawberries. I laugh and he turn pink, very embarrassed. That’s good, I think. I tell him not to worry. His toes very cute this way. ?Don’t you think so too,? I tease.I make him admit that he. He’d been taking flying lessons, but he was still hours of flight time away from his license. If there was no baby, he would be back the week before our wedding. Oke and Ken went back to Oregon to tend the crops and said they’d ‘be back for the wedding.’ None of us were sure if that would be on Monday that week or at one o’clock before the one-thirty wedding on Saturday. Having all the moms present, though, was both fun and stressful. Kate and I considered going back to Georgia to check more. Her and her husband Jim moved in less than a year ago. They were newlyweds from near the city and wanted a quieter place to live and raise a family. At first, I liked them. Jim and I became friendly, and we’d have an occasional beer together in one or the others garages. Soon it became obvious they were having problems and shortly thereafter Jim moved a out and they got a divorce. I still said hello when I saw Casey, I mean who wouldn’t? At 23 she was in great shape. She was short, maybe just.