It was wonderful, Maire.” “So, did you…you know, have an orgasm?” I teased with a grin.“Oh, god yes!” she laughed. “I haven’t climaxed...like that…ever! And he kept going until I did it again!” “Wow! Awesome!” I said (jealously). “I think he knew that I was getting worn out because with a loud grunt, he came inside of me. We ended up and entwined, wet sticky mess. I love him so.”We ordered another round of drinks and sat comfortably for several minutes. Then her excitement got the better of her. .. that's a lot like calling a town with fifty thousand people Smalltown America. Pentwater is small... 1955? maybe 1100 residents ... residents = people who don't leave when it snows. That's kids, parents, grandparents and dogs. Cats are smarter than that. They do their very best to stay indoors and stay away from kids who thinkg dropping them in a snow covered yard is 'cute'.There were about 10,000 people living in Ludington, except in the summer, then it's 30,000. My old lives knew that. I am waiting for the machine to boot, sitting in the deskin my usual hotel work out fit, underwear, T-shirt and socks. I realize that mixed with the music is some other noise, maybe the maid or something left the TV on, but I hear moaning, damn if the left the damn porno station on I'll be charged for something I didn't even get to see. I get up to go to the bedroom. As I approach the room, I'm sure it is a woman moaning, and it sounds like she is enjoying whatever is happening to her. Just. He got lucky. I finally calmed down enough to fill him in. I stood waiting for him to curse my parents along with me but, of course, he stood there and thought about it. ‘Very clever,’ he said almost with admiration. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ I asked with no admiration whatsoever. ‘He’s going along with the wedding, letting you marry the guy he doesn’t approve of. He’s going to cover all the costs and he doesn’t want my parents to contribute a cent. But he’s making the conditions.