"What?" May I speak with you?"(Samantha asking permission to talk? This was a first!) I nodded nervously"Master..." Paul", I interrupted.Samantha star...ed again. "Paul, why do you want to marry me?" Uhhhh ... I love you?" I understand that but, why?" You don't know why I love you?" No, I don't. Do you?" Well, first off, let's talk about why you seem to think that it's so strange for me to be in love with you"Samantha took a deep breath"You're a really handsome guy. You're gorgeous! You have an. .." a still visible shaken Kelly continued on to amend her previous statement, "...while I have seen them from time to time in some of the men's magazines I've perused over the years, I've never actually seen one up close and personal, much less touched one." Though Gale wished she could have stifled herself, a few very girlish giggles escaped her lips. "What so funny?" Kelly agitatedly demanded. "You are, you ninny. "I mean, do have any idea how ludicrous all this is? "I mean, of the two of. ”“So, are you still in?” Linda asked, smiling, and seeming like she was interested.“No,” I said, shaking my head, and I went on to tell her what I was doing for a job these days. I asked what she was up to, and she told me she was assistant manager at a local credit union, and we had a conversation about life and work, and what we had done for the last twenty years. In the back of my mind, it felt strange to be talking to her like that, considering we hardly knew each other at school, and then. We had no inhibitions at this point and we were ogling her visually, going into great detail about what we liked about her. She was giggling and blushing from the flattering, she was soaking it up. I told her she had the most beautiful little chest I had ever seen and that I had been catching glimpses and getting excited when I could see her nipples through her bathing suit. I asked if they were as perfect and small as they appeared. She was giggling and it was clearly the pot speaking when she.