A couple of minutes later, she came out and walked back to the table.We talked about the band, and how she didn’t like the taste of beer, and the we...ther. I said, “Are you new around here?”“Yes and no,” she said. “I grew up here, but I haven’t been around until lately.”“Huh? I’m not sure I followed that”“I moved away a few years ago, and just moved back.”“Well, if you lived around here, I’d sure remember you,” I said.“I’ve changed a lot. If you did know me, you wouldn’t remember. Oh, this song. The software was superb, she now saw only his head and face, dark hair that was trimmed neatly, but with the gyrating dances he did it always seemed mussed, a definite bad boy look to it. His eyes glimmered in shades of deep green with sparkling jabs of gold and amber to set them aside as haunting invitations of even closer encounters, his smooth shaven face was so amazingly shaped…the cheek bones and jaw absolute perfection and the dark bronzed skin tones always set her blood to pulsing. "Through a steamy fog on the mirror they saw their surreal selves vaguely emerge through the mist. As the vent fan gradually removed the mist, their true reflections began to appear while they toweled away the magic touches. Their images were clearing. The real Impressionists couldn't have painted a lovelier picture.Anticipation of a new experience, a new person, a real person excited them as they drove to the beach club. "Is there someone special that I'm supposed to look for?" Sheila. Both Terry and I sat silently just looking at each other. Finally I sighed and asked Terry, "Was that the thread that included a picture---?" and couldn't continue. He finished the sentence for me, "Of you from behind with my dick poised at your vagina." He turned to the k**s and asked, "Surely you know by now that adults do get it on now and then?" Bill replied, "Oh sure. I have heard you two screwing in the dead of night for years. Guess I never gave it much thought but I just had no idea.