Oh ... let's call them 'intimate activities' ... as they relate to the college; and also to the business community."Tylea looked at Jan; thought about...what she had said; considered for a moment realistically just what type of activity this older woman in the front seat was involved in this very evening; and finally drew a deep breath and began to smile."You said that you are married and live in Middlebury?" (Nod from Jan). "And you graduated from Middlebury College?" (Nod). "And you know Dee. The name of my high school. The name of mybest friend. My own name. Nothing. Tears started to form in my eyes."Hey, don't cry. It'll ruin your makeup." It was a deeper voice thistime. My voice. I looked up, and up, and what I saw was myself. Myold self. He took the cell phone from off of the bench, pressed thescreen a couple times, then showed it to me."Ugh, I an barely see anything in that last picture I took," he said."I thought I got a decent shot of you sitting, but the lighting. And ... I like it ... I mean I like feeling you like that...” I said, honestly.He pressed his luck a little and I met him with a firm mound; and then after he spun me around, I straddled his thigh neatly and rubbed my pussy against his firm thigh.We grinned and looked into each other’s eyes and slowly untangled. Reluctantly untangled, I should say. The song ended and something much faster started. I didn’t dare stay for a second dance.“I have to go now. Ask me again?” I squeezed his hand. She was eager to tell me all about their activities and the joy she found as they discovered new friends and learned new things in school. I took pleasure in her happiness.Lawrence had the children once a month, but seldom took them anywhere other than Central Park and lunch. According to Evan, the maid, or sometimes the driver, would escort them to an appropriate movie, but little else was done to entertain them. More than once, Lawrence had begged off with one excuse or another for being.