He looked gorgeous. I looked up at Brenda. I must have looked pathetic. “I need to go to the bathroom.” I said. When I came back Brenda took me to...a room on the ground floor of her house. There was a big wing backed chair in the room a coffee table and a huge comfortable looking brass bed with the sheets opened invitingly. The window was a glass door that opened out onto the patio in the back of the house. There were no lights on plunging the room into a cool shade. “You sit here.” She said. “Aaahhh, stings, but ... oh! I’m stuffed! You’re splitting me! No, please don’t move!”Danny had wiggled his ass a little, trying to adjust his legs. He shifted again.“NO! Don’t move till I say. I feel so stuffed, like you’re almost in my throat!” she groaned.Danny moved his head down, seeking Lily’s lips once more, and they kissed and sucked each other’s tongues for a minute; then Lily squirmed her hips a little.“Maybe try now, darling. Not too bad now,” she whispered.Danny pulled his ass back. ” He was talking so fast that he’d obviously thought that all out. “Anyway, we’ll need the thirty-eight to live on. Can you see a wedding with the rings, ceremony, reception, and honeymoon on the hundred?”That didn’t make any sense. You could probably get married on a hundred, but that sort of wedding didn’t come with a honeymoon. “Let’s slow down, here, Bret,” she said. “You have a hundred thirty-eight what?”“One hundred. Thirty-eight. Thousand. Dollars.” He said it like it was obvious. “A. It's like a joke a friend of mine once told me. Why is dating more stressful for men than women?" Why?" Michelle asked, unable to even come up with a guess."It's because a man spends so much time wondering if the night will end with sex, and the woman already knows."Michelle laughed out loud. It was both funny and when she thought about it, very true.It then occurred to Michelle that Samantha might very well be talking from experience when she said that being with two men could be an adventure..