Now, I've known Eric all through high school. I think we were attracted to each other right from the beginning of freshman year, but we never acted on...it. I think I knew, deep in my heart, that if I ever ended up in bed with Eric, that'd be it, that I'd never be able to look at another guy again. I think he suspected the same thing. Anyhow, we were friends, good friends-but that was it. I made my rounds through the guys in the class, and Eric was a confirmed pussyhound-and, being a football. Steph is in her element and has prepared a buffet to stuff us all up for the evening and all of the f****y arrives and departs at different times, greeting us southerners and helping themselves to food before they leave. There is apparently a parade in the town on Saturday morning and it is decided that everyone to meet up in town and mingle grabbing a drink or two in the local hostelries and inns. It sounds like a plan. Eventually Jayne arrived and I started to get pangs for tasting the joys. "They were good kids. Most of the credit goes to Sandy. I might have been the financial supporter, but Sandy was the backbone of the family. She was one special woman.I got home and handed the kids the pizza."Thanks, Dad, you're an okay guy," laughed Bart.Just as I was asking if Sandy called, the phone rang. I quickly answered it."Hello," I answered."Hi, Honey, you missed a great dinner and my award acceptance." I'm sorry, Sandy, I should..." It's okay, Lover. I decided to take you up on your. "Meg?" I asked somewhat tentatively as she drove out of the citycentre."What's up?" she said giving my thigh a squeeze."What do you want from this relationship?" Oh, oh big question..." She laughed screwing her face up in a way thatI knew meant she was looking for the most acceptable answer. "I don'tknow?" she admitted, "But I do know that I'm completely smitten byyou,"The one question that had been bouncing about my skull since lastSaturday afternoon came out before I put it any more politely..