I was still horny when we got home, and was just about to come on to her when she decided she was too tired to do anything but go to bed. When she ha... gone upstairs I opened the laptop and emailed Matt to see if he was still up, but he didn’t answer. I poured a drink, channel-flipped for awhile but finally got bored and decided to go to bed, too. My dreams that night were weirdly sexual, sparked I guess by the sex scene in the movie and my constant fantasizing about Matt. At one point I woke. Her breasts looked to be about a 34B(they were really about a 40DD, and her being without a bra, they dangled halfway to her waist). She was really well-built, and she was in possession of an alluring ass that could stop traffic(in truth, she was obscenely overweight, and her ass was so big that it just *might have* stopped traffic). I drove to a small secluded orange grove overlooking the Pacific Ocean, the fiery sun was just beginning to set, with hues of pink and blue intermingling in the. On the day of the picnic, Tom did something on his way in to the office that he never had done before. He stopped by my desk and talked with me for a minute. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something. The last thing he said to me was “I hope to see you at the picnic.” That put me in a good mood for the rest of the morning. The picnic was a lot of fun. People let their hair down and generally had a good time. We drank beer, ate, and made fools of ourselves. After. ”After we had lunch, we collected our things, drove over to collect Megan, and headed back to our house. Megan slid onto the front seat next to Lori.“Did Will tell you about what’s happening with the Mirage?” Megan said to Lori. “I hope we can find something to replace that gig with; I need the money to help pay my apartment rental, and to get food.”“He did tell me about the changes, I’m sure something will turn up; you’ve got a few months to look around, anyway.”“If you want, Megan, I can talk.