"Ahh, Mary love, this one has a nice pecker and that's a fact."Mary looked me straight in the eye and asked in a low but perfectly clear voice,"Would ...ou like to dip your wick in a pair of tight holes, generous sir?"I assumed she was talking of both her and Meg's fannies because those creatures are notoriously frugal with dispensing entrance to their nether holes."Don't mind if I do, Mary Dear, who goes first?"Meg was apparently the person in charge in such matters because she quickly straddled. I think we can target thirty days from now for our date.”Missus Madison asked, “What about an invitation list?”“Locally, there is my Sunday school class and my office. Other than those two groups, I have some friends that don’t fit into one group or the other but there aren’t many.” I smiled. “I suspect that your list will be much larger.”“Yes. We do know people and will have to work up a list. James, you might have a list from your office, both employees and clients.”“Yes, I will. It will take. She worked with a single-minded determination; swearing that she wouldn’t stand by and watch John die because she didn’t have the equipment on hand to save him. John had donated the money for the house and the hospital, demanding that every cent be used on quality.Ed was out of town on some rock-hunting expedition with the University and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. His absence irritated John far beyond what was appropriate. He understood intellectually that sometimes one had to. I had always thought they did wonders for a woman's legs, now I knew, they certainly worked for me."Richard, would you like to tell me about yourself, or would you prefer to keep it secret?" Gee, really, I'd prefer..." He dried up.Understandable really. I looked carefully at his face, he was getting worried. I was suddenly afraid, he could just get up and run, I didn't want that to happen. I took a sip of my drink, then reached across and gently laid my hand on his."Tell me Richard, do you like.