He had the willies. Somehow it was scarier to dancein public in a flimsy white dress than to practice soccer in pinksneakers and shorts. He wouldn't...be able to hide in a dance productionor wander around the perimeter- he'd have to take center stage and letit all hang out. However, knowing that "it" couldn't ever be allowedto "hang out" he was wearing two pairs of super firm, cotton-spandexpanties under his leotard to keep well-hidden any excitement he mightfeel at seeing athletic young. I looked at Faith, who smiled back at me, and lay her head on my shoulder. I barely heard her say, “I love you, Richard.”I kissed her forehead and said, just as quietly, “I know.”Diana got back in and said, “Off we go to OK City!”While I tried to sleep, I heard from behind us what must have been Claire either giving or receiving oral sex with Flynn.Faith must have heard it and was fumbling to get me out of my pants. The sound of my zipper seemed very loud.Diana looked back from the front seat. She had been thinking about this. In vino veritas. “He is average looking, his dick is nothing to write mum about.” More laughter.“I’m feeling the love, Adele,” I added.“Seriously Professor, don’t you wonder why these lovely young things want to fuck you all the time? I mean with your shirt off you are rocking the Dad body. Isn’t that what they call that back home? The boys down here have abs for days. I just want to lick them!” The girls were hysterical now, and I had to admit that. I tried to sound casual and to make small talk to hide my true intent, but not surprisingly Charlotte soon took the conversation where she knew I wanted it to go.“Dave, it’s always lovely to hear from you and to hear all about L.A. and John, Becky, and little baby Julia. But would I be right in guessing that you’re really calling to get an update on how your sweet wife is?”My silence followed by the shortest of yeses told her all she needed to know.“Well, Dave, I don’t want you to get ahead of.