"Emma!" I heard mama yell, "Y'all come on up! We're about to get supper going, baby!"I sat up. I grabbed my towel and put on my flip flops. I smile... at Chris when I passed him. He followed me up.When we got to the cabin I greeted Mr. and Mrs. Wright. Mrs. Wright pulled me into a hug. I smiled and said hello. After that I went inside to change. I grabbed some shorts and a tank top. I went into the bathroom to change. I looked in the mirror. I put on some mascara and put a little mouse. "It soundslike we will be seeing a lot of each other, Kate, I look forward toseeing more of you at our matches," Chris said. "I'll bet you are thebest cheerleader in the squad!"Was there a double entendre in what Chris was saying? He could havemeant simply that we would be seeing each other more often but equally mycheerleading costume would be quite revealing as would his rugby shortsand maybe therefore his hormones were kicking in?As far as I can recall we ended up dancing every slow dance.. . She was three years younger than me, great fun to be, with and after about a year of courting I proposed and she accepted.We married just before my thirtieth birthday and decided to get on with having a family straight away. Just over a year later Henry was born and two years after that Georgina arrived. Diane didn't lose all her curves after the births but you would be hard pushed to call her plump, even so. She was more the classic Marilyn Munroe, (or maybe I should say Sophia Loren, since. It was ... what day again? Monday? Tuesday? Wednesday? I struggled through washing my face and body, before stumbling and nearly tumbling on my out of the shower. I reached vainly for a towel, only to have one rather suddenly used on me by a distinctly feminine hand.“Lauren?” I assumed that it was my fiancée, the same one that I was set to wed Saturday night (after the Sabbath ended) or was it a new week and did I miss it somehow? I knew that I was on vacation from work, but damn!“Guess again,.