”Was that angels singing?“Laura. You’re just in time for a debate about favorite TV shows!” My voice cracked a little in a failed attempt to s...ay cool.“Girls, are you driving Mr. Ben nuts with girl talk?”“Mom!” Hanna whined. “Mr. Ben is fun to talk to!”“Misser Ben is fun!” Mattie parroted.“Well, Mr. Ben, I was just coming out to see if the girls would like some lemonade on this hot day.”Hanna gave a dramatic “Yeah” as if she’d been wandering in the desert for days without water. Mattie jumped. "Cassie, I'm just wondering, did you ever consider... well, telling someone about these dreams?" I try to tell people all the time, Melinda," Cassie said with a sigh. "No one wants to listen. You're the only one." I meant maybe someone that knows more about dreams."Cassie paused a moment. "What do you mean by that?"Melinda struggled to find the right words. "Well, there are some people that, uh, do this sort of thing. Figure out people's dreams and all that." You mean... like psychics?" Er, no.. It was pretty bizarre how that relationship had reached into two such different families. Jean and Ariel were the epitome of upper class white collar workers in a private neighborhood with one daughter. Jean was in his early forties and was a corporate lawyer and a Mason. Lech and Irene Nowicki were blue collar in their mid-fifties and had just gotten their last child of twelve out of the nest. Lech worked on an assembly line and was Catholic. But, like their daughters, the two couples had. “You must have been really good then,” I said“Yeah..I think we were pretty good and I think we deserve a kiss”, she laughedI kissed her on the cheek and her tongue licked my face. I could smell the sweat from her skinny body. She knew I didn’t kiss on the lips. “I can’t wait any longer”, she cried and laughed“Do you mind baby ? I’m so sweaty !’ she said“It turns me on”, I answeredWe moved away from the other two and started making out in the corner of the room. “Ain’t that disgusting Mandy.