She ran arange of ideas through her imagination. 'Let me see, every man'sfantasy is a three way - no that would raise the thorny issue of who toinvite... If we invited a man I would be left out. There is no way Icould compete with her body. Maybe just some role playing, hmmm thathas possibilities. Perhaps we could take a romantic vacation; I wouldlove to see Phyllis in a bikini. As Carol mentally visualized herhusband frolicking in the surf wearing only an 'itsy bitsy, teenyweenie yellow polka. ”She stepped in and, yes, we did get ourselves all cleaned up, but we also had a lovely exploration of each other’s bodies. We fit together surprisingly well and by the time the shower was over (in other words we ran it out of hot water) we were both more than a little turned on.Drying each other off was more like a wrestling match. My longer hair took a while to dry, her hair seemed to only need a quickie toweling. But, as you might have guessed, we ended up in my bed, my antique high-boy bed. A visit. Anything. Then again I may not want to hear what you have to say. Or maybe I will just have to wait till later today or maybe several days, depending on how you feel and what you want to say to me. And if you ever want to see me again. You may not after I have opened my mouth and inserted my big foot. The things running through my head now are doubt, fear, shame, and sheer embarrassment. I wanted to tell you what I felt. I wanted you to know just what you did to me. I didn’t know how. Dana and Janet could really wail the vocals as we moved them more into our area of expertise. We practiced hard and were able to play out at some parties, and when there was a battle of the bands, we ruled. Slip Stream was the darling of the northwest Indiana area and we worked hard for the last couple of months of the school year. Taylor and Janet were second year students at Purdue and Dana was in her first year. Janet and Taylor were doing liberal arts, while Dana was into engineering. I.