She put my hands up in the air and started taking measurements ofdifferent points on my body. She even looked at the tag in the back ofmy panties, sn...pping the waist band."Now be a good girl and put your blouse back on, then wrap this towelaround your waist."She opened the door and whispered something to someone. I was buttoningup my blouse and wrapping the towel around my waist, when she came backand jerked me out the door. Down the hall I tried to keep my towelaround my waist and scamper. Would I see them now, talk to them? That happened so seldom in my dreams -- I wished it could happen more often, since I usually awoke feeling much more at peace.The biggest thing in my life then, though, was my girlfriend, Ellen. If I really were back in 1984, we'd be coming up on the second anniversary of our first serious date, the one that launched us as an exclusive couple. And which led me to propose to her in 1987. Which in turn led to our children. I didn't see that ahead of me in 1984. She stood with her hands on her hips smirking, determined to let him deal with it himself. He grabbed her and pulled her toward him. He planted his face between her breasts and bit at the clip. It popped open with ease. She was shocked and impressed, expecting him to take much longer. With the bra unlatched her breasts separated exposing a strip of smooth skin between them. He kissed her chest and the inside of each breast. Moving his head side to side, he freed the bra. Flicking the straps off. The day afterwards, Saturday, was beautiful, and Mike got up in the morning with an itch to run the dogs.He was still pouring himself a cup of coffee when the phone rang. "You want to go for a run today?" Mark asked."Might as well," Mike replied. "God, I'm sick of football, after yesterday. Where do you want to go?" I'm thinking that we may not get a better time to run that stretch between Turtle Hill and that campground where we stayed last time. With the weekend, there'll have been.