" A virgin with very damp panties on," I laughed."Why are they damp?" You know why." I want you to tell me." Because of what you're going to do to me ...fter dinner." And what might that be?" his eyes twinkled at me and we waited until the waiter brought our first courses."I hope that you're planning on being extremely rude with me," I whispered."But you're my best friend's wife." It's never stopped you before," I grinned."Stopped me from doing what?" From fucking me, darling." I saw the flicker. " Maybe she is." Oh, Ken. Don't be silly. If I only see her in dreams, then how could she be real?" Are you so sure they were dreams?" he asked, smiling."Of course they were dreams," Joan said with a short laugh. "No one could be that impossibly beautiful."Ken shrugged and replied, "So, if She's just a dream, what's got you bugged?" I guess that she seems so real, that sometimes I can't be sure." Then maybe," smiled Ken, "She's not a dream, after all." You're not helping," frowned Joan."Of. "We're doing a survey to determine what kind of girl should go with Galahad to the dance." Ham rolled his eyes. "Like that's going to help. No sane girl would ever go out with a shrimp like him when she could have a shark like me." Mary smirked. "Oh, I think this survey might do the trick." "Fine." Ham stuffed the survey in his pack, and squeezed through a gap that had opened when some of the girls apparently realized they were going to be late too.---Ham kicked open the door of his room. I climbed back up the tree and got the tube of KY jelly, returned and knelt beside Cindy. I lubed up my right hand real good and held it up like a doctor ready for surgery. I looked into the most beautiful face in the world and told her I would be as gentle as I could.She smiled up at me and said, “I know.”I was sitting next to the outside of her right upper thigh, reached over like I was going to put my hand into a paper bag that was lying on its side and stuck two fingers into our little.