"Maybe. I guess. It's just that it felt kinda weird, ya know?" So you want to tell me who they were about? I mean, you don't have to. I'm just curious..."He opted to leave out the ones about his mother, and confessed in a whisper, "They were about Ms. Sellers."Anna Belle looked over at him and smiled. "Well, at least you've got good taste in fantasy partners. And as long as we're bearing our souls, I've had a couple of fantasies about Ms. Sellers myself. I think she's hot!" Huh? You?" Sure, why. When she came back out she was carrying a women's one-piece bathing suit. Carolyn told me they had decided I should wear a bathing suit instead of skinny-dipping.I told her I wasn't going to wear women's suit, but she replied that since there were no other clothes available for me to wear I didn't really have much choice. They left the suit in one of the changing rooms and headed inside, telling me I was welcome to get dressed and join them as soon as I was ready. I guess I waited about five. ??Oh shit, look at the time?we gotta book!!?A little while later, we pulled the maroon minivan into the private laneway, up to the gates, and over to the garage. She was waiting for us. I picked up the goody bag and motioned that I wanted the heavy wool blanket as well.Brit was snoring on the couch. We spread out the blanket on the floor, lifted her onto it, then gently began rolling her into it. We wanted her mother calm and the princess to stay asleep. I opened the bag and began laying. From what she could make out the woman, breathing through her open mouth, appeared to be exhausted from extreme physical activity. Laurel smacked her sleeping husband across the mouth, hurting her hand. Looking at blood on his hand from a cut lip. he yelled ‘What the hell?’ She snarled, ‘You bastard’ and walked out. The ‘bastard’ was nine years her senior and had proven to be incapable of fathering children, and now this. She was thirty-five and although wanting children had stuck loyally to.