What he said was true. He loved the photographs that appeared in "Penthouse" and "Playboy." They both took great care to make certain that none of the...copies were left out in the open where the kids or visitors to their home might see them. She stopped fighting with him about bringing those magazines into their home years ago.Kevin saw that she was troubled. Let her stew he thought. He knew her, in some ways better than she knew herself, and felt certain that the subject wasn't closed."What. There were several knowing looks from the other tables. Several of the women gave Joan disapproving frowns. After breakfast we went back to our room. I asked, "What do you want to do?" Joan said, "Why don't we spend some time reacquainting our selves with Nashville?" We got our car and drove around. We saw our old house and talked about all the good times we had there. Nashville was where we got married and where we started our sexual adventures. We had a delicious catfish, biscuits and hush. I had even taken to following her and discovered that she was around this cute chick named Miley a lot. Both were average sized 14 year olds, one blonde, one brunette. I made the mistake, though, of being around too much, when one of the Roadies noticed me. He finally approached me, but I was surprised at his response. He said, yeah, I’ve been wanting to get me some of that too. If you're willing to help, we can. He arranged for me to be able to slip into the driver’s spot for her limo. . “Hi, Amy.”“Donna, I don’t like it when he calls me grams in private because it’s silly. But I’d be proud if you would.”Donna beamed. “Ok, Grams.”Amy smiled. “Grab a seat and I’ll get your plates.”Amy brought their plates. She gave Donna a hug. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”They ate in silence.Bren spoke. “Why are you here?”“I missed you. I’m sorry I punched you.”He shrugged. “It’s ok. It hurt less than being shot. No harm was done.” He smiled. “I missed you, too.”After a few more minutes.