I caught her watching me look down her blouse. “Can I borrow some of your blanket please?” Danny implored. “Sure thing kiddo slide in here and...get warm," I replied. We turned on a sitcom and were intently watching when Danny grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. I gently rubbed her groin through her sweats. The way we had the blanket pulled up it made a tent so none of our movements could be seen by my wife sitting four feet away. I slid my hand under her waistband and was. To my pleasant surprise she was in early also. I thought to myself, it is now or never. So I started telling her a story. It was not un-true, but I definetly added detail. She was setting at her desk directly across from, and facing mine, in the small, 4 desk office. "Hey, I had a dream about you last night. It may not be appropriate to tell you this, but I have never had a vivid recollection of a dream. Just fuzzy partial images. That always made me wonder about other people that recount. "Anyway, your father taught me for a while so I know how good he is." He smiled. "And if he's passed any of that knowledge on to you then things could be..." ... Interesting," put in Stephanie joining in for the first time. "And then," she said pulling the first of two balls out of her bag, "there's the unknown of bowling either partly or fully naked." She smiled, but it seemed forced to me, lacking in confidence."Seems to me that the joker in this particular pack is exactly what Stephanie here. The warmthhit him; he sucked it in to his body as he lay against the corridor wall.Daphne was tucking the girls in bed; Roland went to the drinkscabinet and poured himself a large Brandy, downing it in one he felt thewarm liquid revitalise his shaking body.He poured another and stood by the dieing embers of thefire, trying to capture any warmth. Daphne came in, "Not still drinking, you were nearenough the limit when we left the Hemlock Restaurant, I think-----," shewas cut off in mid.