Some Claude´s place, who wasn´t there. He was my friend, but at the moment I wasn´t sure which guy she meant ... My memory for guys is less accurat... than for the ladies I like.Finally alone in our rez-de-chausée apartment! Little garden at the back. Big bedroom at the front. Easy choice! ... We´d fondled and kissed in the bus driving through the dark, but now we were finally alone and really got hot! Immediately I dove for her tummy and yummy below. She was in a short skirt.I burried my head. "Okay," I said, after a pause.She smiled. "She's your height, a tad plump but nothing awful, and she'll be wearing a purple scarf." You DO have it arranged," I fumed, without heat.Tammie walked away, smiling.Saturday afternoon, I took my girls to the Westerly, accompanied by my cousin Betty. Three-fifty came and went; I was walking around with the girls, who seemed a tad bewildered, looking at the shops and grabbing a very late-afternoon (to my mind) Baskin-Robbins cone.As we walked around the. ‘Well, I didn’t know what was going on.’ Carolyn smiled. ‘She yells, I come running. Always.’ Brent said. ‘Oh, she has him so well trained, doesn’t she?’ Carolyn asked Donna. ‘I have to say, I’m impressed,’ Donna quipped. ‘Oh, and I said, ‘Yes.’ In case you’re wondering.’ ”Yes?” I asked, then remembered that Dr. Riley had said a minute or two before that he proposed. ‘Really? Thats wonderful! Oh, I’m so happy for you both.’ I said as I threw my arms around my mother. ‘When is the wedding?’ I. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can walk and grab if they can't even figure out how a zipper works, and other imponderables.I guess in the middle ages, it was thought that fleas came from old rags, spontaneously springing into existence. I know a baby pigeon is called a squib, but I have never seen one, perhaps.