“No not really. Um ... I need to ask ... Well ... do you have to go home now?” she stuttered.“No, not really. You want to go back out somewhere?...�� I inquired, looking at my watch.It was past midnight, there was very little left open in this small town at this time of night. Other than the local diner, pretty much everything else was closed.“Well no, but you can come in if you want. My Mom, Dad and Sister are out of town tonight. They won’t be back until late tomorrow.” she said, looking. " She hit me with a towel, "no more tonight, Yeah hear?" Ok honey. No more tonight." I gave her a leer and a grin. "Later then." Behave."I behaved until the dishes were done and we went back upstairs to get ready for the day. I tried to pull her into my shower with me, but she got away from me. I tried to bend her over the bed like last night, but she rolled out of the way before I could get her. I tried to grab her and throw her onto the bed, but she stayed just out of my grasp. I finally gave. "Here." I handed it to Carlos. "Hold this."As anticipated, he wanted to know all about it and we spent the whole car ride going over all there was to know about swimming. I even went as far as offering to teach him to swim.As I helped her out of the car, Maria smiled softly. "You'll never hear the end of this now, you know." I know." I shrugged. "I like kids." I would have been a father already if my ex-girlfriend would have just let me marry her - and hadn't married the guy who actually got. Bridget drifted towards the salesman whose nametag screamed, "Hi! I'm Bob!" May I help you, young lady?"As soon as Bridget turned to face Bob she noticed that he was staring at her tits. "I'm looking for a chair for my den." We have a nice selection of casual furniture. Follow me please."Bridget followed Bob to the back left corner of the store. When they got there Bob turned around, thrust out his hand and said, "I'm Bob Smithy." Hi Bob," cooed Bridget, "I'm Br - Bernice."She shook his clammy.