I give her smile that says I'm tipsy as I sit down. She returns the smile. There is a moment of silence that seems like an eternity. "Do you fly much?... She asks me. "Some" I reply. I could tell she was nervous but not from me sitting there but from the fear of flying. "How about you? You fly much?" I ask. "Huh, no, not much." She said as she twirled her blonde locks in her fingers. I bite my lip because she was so damn sexy doing that thing with her hair. I think the booze gave me more courage. .. bb64: no you don't. my semester is done and I need a vacationadwiz: I'll have to check my schedulebb64: Beth - I want to come up there and fuck you silly... fuck the scheduleMy face turned a deep red when he typed that.bb65: and I'll get a hotel so we can be discreetadwiz: um, ok... bb64: having second thoughts?I took a deep breath and said: fuck it.adwiz: no - get your sexy ass up herebb64: that's my cousin - let me give you my cell phone number... July 2000: Los AngelesWe never hooked up. Many discussion were had, often punctuated with wild shagging sessions, offers of a divorce were made and discounted and eventually we came up with a plan. We would become swingers, but how?At this point I must include that we had an adventurous (for the time) sex life anyway. We both looked at porn magazines and later video's (nice women didn't do that) We used sex toys, such as there were and after fucking her I would always eat Irene out and if she sucked me off she would hold the spunk in. They both died instantly in the head-on collision.Abbie’s grief was almost totally debilitating. She had never even considered what life would be like without Mel. For a month she just was in a fog, barely acknowledging what was going on around her. Their families had been supportive, but finally they had to get on with their own lives. One thing she had not considered was that during his career in the insurance business, Mel had accumulated a number of policies, all of which paid off double.