“I want to go over there, but I do not want to run into him and seem to be stalking the man. I mean if you know what I mean.”“I do know what you...mean. But, I kinda thought that that was the idea. I mean after you told me what Blake said,” said Bea.“Okay, yes, I guess. I guess we gotta risk it. That is the mandate from my husband,” said Ava. Bea nodded.“Yes,” she said.The ride was short, a single mile. But it was slow. They pulled into the back of the bar’s lot. They scanned the area visually. "Of course, they'll be even more beautiful on Saturday, in their properwedding dresses!" Sarah's grandmother teases, making the two of usblush."Of course, in our day, the thought of two women even being able to getmarried was unheard of," Grandpa Bill says, making our othergrandparents fidget uncomfortably."...Well, that just goes to show how much things have improved since ourday, doesn't it?" Grandma Irene asks, beaming a warm smile at myself andmy fianc?e. "Nobody should be made to feel that. Coming from a small town in Iowa I'd never really met anybody from outside my social circle before. When I was growing up I lived a rather privileged life. My dad was a very successful real-estate agent and my mom was a Mrs. Cleaver type so I was pampered and protected from the seamier side of life.But when I went away to college my protected privileged past only served to spur me on to experience things I'd never known before.I'm sure my mom would have a stroke if she knew what I was up to. She may have expected to see a bear, but then, she might have also expected to find someone else from town. “I can understand that.”Her smile grew. “If you still need to warm up, maybe I can help.” Then she opened her shirt, showing off a lovely set of sumptuous breasts. The light from the fire not only gave her a warm appearance, but it also glinted off the chrome nipple piercing bars she wore. I was also right about her attire. She wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt.It had been hours.