Like that."With that, she took a breath of her cigarette and blew the smoke in my direction. I choked demonstratively and waved around with my hands."...oops, sorry... didn't mean that. Please, come in with us, you're such an intelligent guy always... maybe you feel better with us, and wandering around in the rain, cold and dark surely isn't that much fun, either."Well, she was right about this point, so I followed her in. The students were given places in the houses, strictly divided by genders:. Oh!" said Fran meaningfully. "Okay, here's the deal. You help me and I'll help you." What do you mean?" asked Becca hesitantly. "Who do you want to go out with?" I want to have some fun with Grandpa ... like you did," said Fran."No way!" squeaked Becca. "He tried not to do anything with me. He'd never agree to do anything with you." But if he would ... you'd help me?" asked Fran.Becca didn't see any likelihood of that happening, so it didn't seem at all dangerous to say "okay."Little could she. ..Thank you!" She moaned as she started to lose control of her body."Are you ready to order or do you need more time?" Deedra asked as she gave us a knowing smile."I think we are ready. My daughter is going to have the pasta with Italian sausage. She would like the whole link unsliced and she also would like two meatballs with it. I will have the Chicken Alfredo. I will also need another glass of wine as well." I said as I sipped on the glass.Deedra walked away and looked back and smiled at us.. It had been a long drive, almost eighteen hours, what with a few bad stretches of road, and they had been driving almost non-stop. Still, the big Dodge Ram was surprisingly spacious and comfortable, even if it did guzzle gas like they owned an oil well, and the drive had been smooth and easy.Ronnie’s own car was an ancient and battered Chevy, and none of her friends could understand why she let her husband buy new pickup trucks every couple of years while she kept puttering around in her.