I said, “Hurry.”Filomena overlooks the C & O Canal. Chesapeake and Oregon. The joint is kitschy and touristy. Pasta mamas at work in the windows a...d an over-the-top festive atmosphere. Still, if I trust the guy with restraints, why not food?Maybe it’s Ohio.We parked in the garage across the street and my mind drifted, just for a mo ... I’d meant to change the sheets back at Matt’s. Oh well. After dinner. He keeps a generous supply of clean linens, definitely a plus in my book.Matt parks the. Megan, ever the oblivious sweetheart, welcomed the hug. With delicate care, Leah gently rubbed her slimy fingers across Megan's exposed back, rubbing some of the slime into the pretty brunette's soft flesh. Megan gasped slightly, but did not break away. She gazed into Leah's eyes, looking so very sad and desperate. What a poor, hopeless girl, Leah thought. There had been so many hours and so many boys. So many relationships that never worked out. Leah had listened to Megan through all of them.. "God, Mom, do you mean... I mean, do you mean that we should... uh, you know, uh," the boy stammered with a flush."You can go ahead and say it, Jerry," Fran said with soft laugh, amused and touched by her little boy's shyness. "You know what I want. It's what you want, too. But do say it, Jerry. I want to hear you say the words." Oh, Mom," Jerry said with a soft moan, reaching out and touching his mother's naked upper thigh. "I do want it! And I know what it is you want me to say. You want us. And we got chatting. A few messages back and forth. An exchange of email addresses. A bit of time on MSN. Eventually that exciting moment when we spoke on the phone. And then, once we'd looked at our diaries and consulted our horoscopes and had a bout of the flu or cold feet or whatever, we finally decided that we would meet. In 5 weeks time...Then the tension ratcheted up a bit. We knew where one another lived and worked. We could have just turned up and said hello, but we were strict.And we.