The Tunisian waiter watched Luigi hovering over the pair of fair-haired northerners and rubbed his hands together in anticipation of viewing both of t...em banged from behind in one of the upstairs rooms.The meal was a big success for the two women and Luigi escorted them to the resting rooms to allow them to digest their food and converse over complimentary coffee in little delicate cups.The waiter hid his little smile watching Luigi convince them that it was safe for them to remove their. Too many "B's" on my report card meant I "wasn't trying". If I wanted to sleep in on Saturdays, I was branded as "trifling". Barbara had made some good points, the more I reflected on it. The sit-down with her had been so unusual and intense – how about downright scary -- I completely laid aside my case of the HOTS for her, that very sexy older girl – now, I was really hoping to snap out of THAT frame of mind, and fast.Tuesday was an average day, with my stepfather long gone, driving his rig. His shorts concealed a tight backside and his legs were nicely developed. “A rugby player?”, she thought to herself.Willy was obviously Dick's brother, they had a similar smile and chin, but Willy's blondish hair had yet to turn to the mousy brown common to older teens. Willy was not as lean as Dick, but was quite good looking for a 16 or 17 year old lad.Erica wondered at herself, here she was, partially dressed 45-year old divorcee, with two young men in her home with apparently nothing to do. “I’m honored.”It wasn’t thirty minutes later that a nurse poked her head into the room.“Anybody in here named Marian Wilson?”Marian looked up, surprised.“I am,” she said.“Could you come with me, please?” asked the nurse, looking harried. “Your daughter is screaming that she will not have her baby until you’re there.”Marian looked confused. “But that’s my daughter,” she said, pointing at Bernadette, who was nursing her new baby.“Well, I sure hope this is some kind of miracle, and that you have.