Then we both spoke at once.“Listen—”“Can I—”We stopped and looked at each other.“Sorry, go ahead,” she said.“No, you first.”I wasn...��t sure what was even going to come out of my mouth. I’d only formed the first few words of a sentence, hoping that the rest would come on the fly. Her interruption was merciful.“I was going to say that you seem to be different these last few weeks.”“How’s that?” I asked carefully.“I don’t know, more relaxed.”I shrugged. “I guess. School’s almost over.”“Yeah, that’s. When everything was ship shape I went to my workshop and selected a few bottles of my home brewed beer from my stock. Going through to the patio I racked them in the beer fridge, they should be just right for drinking when the boys came around.Wifey came home at lunch time so I informed her that I would be having visitors later in the day. When I explained what had happened she called me a stupid old bugger."One of these days you are going to get yourself into something that you can't get out. I stood in front of the mirror, blow dried my hair and did my face. Eye liner, mascara, lip stick, the works. Next I delved into my chest of drawers. Got out a half bra and thong. Into the wardrobe and rescued a dress which showed off my assets. I was proud of my pert breasts and long legs. Now dressed I looked in the mirror again. I was feeling better already. Forget that loser, forget about all of them. I had to go out shopping. Yes, I was over dressed but I didn’t care. It doesn’t matter. "That's probably whatthe doctor said, too." *********************************** The next week was a long one, but I managed to get my Christmas shoppingdone. I tried not to think about the party, but I couldn't help it, because,instead of sugar plums, dreams of wild orgies kept dancing in my head. I wishedI were more experienced at such things. The Saturday before Christmas we met up at Mr. Miller's again. I was a littlesurprised that everyone showed up. I know I had second thoughts. After.