"Did Tim make allthis? He should be giving lessons in Home-Ec. I am getting stuffed, buteverything is just so delicious." He cooks like this all the t...me."Karen glanced at Tim. He appeared to be taking no notice of theconversation, being more interested in taking care of Angela. He refilledher glass of lemonade several times, and her plate was restocked (withouther needing to ask, Karen noted) as well."Karen, let's go into the living room and talk. Angela, you and Tim go upand get ready!"Karen. Those women were mainly younger than me, but then I was only in my early thirties. It never happened and as I got older so the women I fantasised about were my own age and then it moved to them being younger than me.So when I saw sixteen-year-old Lauren and heard her so-strict voice, it was easy to settle upon her. Of course, all the time I knew it wouldn’t happen, but then it was a fantasy that I used to play over in my mind when I was alone. It helped that Lauren had the most fantastic figure. ”“Just like my Grace,” Mac said, pulling her onto the couch with him. He kissed her passionately and said, “Okay, Bewitched it is. But we turn that TV off at 9:00 p.m. and head to the bedroom.”“Who says we have to head to the bedroom?”“Oh, well, you sly woman! Instead of TV, how do you feel about dessert first?”“Why do you think I put those dome covers over the plates? I hoped maybe you’d be so hungry for me that you’d want to wait to eat lasagna.”“Oh, hmm, that makes it a tough choice.. Maybe today might be different. I hear the gravel rumble from a distant. What if it was just a service truck passing through, I would have to wait longer and maybe a second one and wait even longer.But I'm going to stay until I get what I came for.To my surprise it was a pick-up truck and who ever was in there must have noticed me because he flashed his brake lights and drove off slowly.I was being cruised for the first time that day. I waited for him to go.