Stephanie isn't a scout any longer but I told her to bring a costumewhen she visited. Isn't she cute, Joe?" my mother asked."Yes, she sure is Mrs. Ma...gione" Joe was trying to act like he wasolder and more mature for some reason."Say thank you to Joe for his compliment, Stephanie," my mother toldme.I was quivering but managed a "Nice to meet you Joe, and thank you foryour compliment". I was still stunned by my voice. Why would I care howJoe thinks I look?"What grade are you in Stephanie?" Joe. ‘Sorry about that.’ He turned back to Maria and was surprised that she was laughing. Laughing! ‘Oh, Peter! You should have seen the look on your face!’ She doubled over and laughed even harder. ‘Priceless!’ Peter watched her with a bemused look on his face. Had she really called him Peter? He had asked her to call him Peter for the last 6 months but she had maintained that the agency she worked for had strict rules about that. ‘I’m sorry, Maria. I guess Little Pete doesn’t know what time it. Everybody has things in their lives that they regret. Don't you?"He nodded, "Yes. I always believed that her marrying Peter was a mistake, but I didn't do anything to stop it. I regret that. I regret that I didn't interfere enough when you two were splitting up to make you try again. Yes, I've got regrets." He looked very sad, suddenly he looked older than his sixty something years."Well, you have no reason to regret not interfering. No one should ever interfere between a man and wife. Not even. Opening the door, Rita took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. She turned and faced me, looked into me eyes and I looked into hers. We leaned towards one another and kissed. It felt so wonderful to have her lips meet mine. It was something I had imagined for so so long. Her hand worked away at my belt bucket and skillfully undid it. We kissed pashionately, with our tongues meeting and inter twining. Things were getting hot, and both our breathing rates had increased. Then she pulled.