“Well?” she asked. She was walking around the house with nothing on but a smile.“Well, what?” I said. “I’m not going to stay in this house...all day. We need to get out and do something.”I thought about it for a few minutes and said, “Alright, how about we take a ride to the beach and have some lunch."She thought about it for a few minutes, “That’s a Good Idea. It’ll be cooler down there.”So, I packed the little cooler with beer, wine, and a couple of joints. Terry stuffed things in a large tote. ? Total arousal.? Nowhere to go with it.? She knew that and did it on purpose. But I really couldn?t complain. ?I was earning a lot of money, making love toone of the most beautiful women I could imagine, and not incidentally acquiringa reputation myself for superior software.?Helene was generous in that regard at least.? She didn?t try to take credit for my work --although she did remind me that everything I did belonged to her since I did itin her employ.? I couldn?t take it withme if I ever. " Can you show me?" Brock asked. Hartman glanced toward LaCross for the answer and got a nod in return. LaCross banged another ball into the turf. Where Brock had fielded the ball with his back to first base, Hartman shifted until he was at an angle. The ball hit his glove for only a moment before it was heading toward first base."You're going to have to be quick with those," he offered. "The guys who hit the ball like that are the speedsters. A lot of them are left-handed so they already have. Cathy, who was walking toward the door leading to the kitchen, called back, "'Night, hon."Almost as quickly as her mother was at the door and before her father could respond, Michelle was bending down to give him a kiss. He sat up straighter to kiss her but stopped to stare intensely into her eyes."'Night, sweetheart," he said softly, and then in almost a whisper he asked, "See you later?"Michelle was motionless, her mouth only an inch from her father's. Suddenly she knew what he was asking. As.