I never worried over a date like I did for Friday night. I’m glad it was on short notice or I would have been totally stressed out.”“Lover, it w...rked out well. We will have another date and many, many more after that. Melissa and I are going to shop for another dress for me. If you want to see it, you will have to take me somewhere to show it off.”“How about Friday? We leave Saturday morning after an early breakfast for my place. My folks will be less stressful for you than yours were for. By about 11:00pm we had all had a few drinks, seen a few tits, and learned a few things about the ground rules of Mardi Gras. The Strand, in those days, stretched from the cruise ship harbor at one end to the old train station (now a museum) at the other. The nearer to the cruise ships the more “family oriented” the activities, while the police basically ignored the area from 35 th street to the train station. Jeff, Ken and I had given out some beads to see some tits but all agreed that we. ”“Meh,” I shrugged. “I was planning on helping her with the baby anyway. This is just a little more formal than calling me ‘Mommy’s friend Matt’. This way she gets a dad that’ll teach her stuff and be there for her and Cheryl gets to know that she’s not alone.”“And what do you get?” she asked, cocking her head to one side as she considered my answer.“I get two princesses to make my life brighter,” I said with a smile.She grinned at that and nodded. “Good answer,” she said then hesitated. “You. " This became annoying. There were those things that we wanted to do as a bunch of guys that didn't need female intervention. We began to avoid her like the Plague. In fact, that's what we began calling her... "The Plague." Anyone who spotted her headed toward the dorm, would yell, "Here comes 'The Plague'", and you would begin to hear doors slamming and locking down every hallway. It got to be pretty funny, because she didn't have a clue. Although when together as a group, everyone avoided.