“What a fabulous morning!” Sheila said. “It wasindeed,” Kevin agreed, “but now that the game’s over for today, how...about if we go to bed and act like wifeand husband?” She reached down and cupped his genitals. *** Sheila came into the bathroom where Kevin was shavingone morning and popped the question: “Mandy asked ifshe could join our ‘master-slave’ game. What do youthink?” He wiped some shaving cream from around his mouth so. I shampooed my hair and shaved again, even though I didn't need to. I was starting to feel like a teenager getting ready for his first date. I hadn't felt like this in ages. Far too long to even remember just exactly when that had been. Once I dried off I opened my closet and searched for my best pair of slacks and a flower-print shirt, almost but not quite Hawaiian style. I decided to wear sandals with no socks. After I finished dressing I went into, put on an apron and opened the. They just kept at it until my mother asked if we wanted to go to the beach. I weighed the pros and cons, but it wouldn’t matter because I would see Rita in a skimpy bikini, so of course I said yes. “We have to get there before 2:00 because that’s when the lifeguards get there” I said, “its no fun with them telling you how to swim.” What I wanted to do I didn’t want to take any chances getting caught. My parents started packing up the car and I went upstairs to take a quick shower. I told Rita. I stammered some lame line like, I’d try anything if I could do it with her. She said something about the next Sunday, I said OK, and then she said it’s a date then. This was how I ended up at a homeless shelter giving out soup when I could have been home watching football. What can I say, I loved it, she was so much fun to be with, and every time I saw that smile as she gave some bum some soup I swear it fed my soul more than she fed the bums. Because I had been such a good sport at the soup.