"Can you even see me?" I laughed."Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?"I wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all."I turn...d on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. "It wasn't there when I first sat down." I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son was getting a hard on. I really didn't think about giving him a hard on by. "But I know how much she goes through for her patients. Go back in there and I'll see if I can catch her."In Julia's car, where she was sitting with engine and the air running, Judy said "I'm glad you don't ask me to do something like that very often?" Apparently, you did a great job," Julia said, squeezing Judy's hand. "Thank you." Is this going to work? Are they going to get their husbands back?" Judy asked."I honestly don't know. I'm afraid the probability of all three succeeding is awfully. By the end of the evening, I was bushed, but happy.The next days and weeks were more of the same. I learned my way around well enough, and got to know my co-workers (there were others besides the first night crowd). David, it turned out, was married with a baby on the way; Widu, James explained when I asked, was his notion of an African king's name.As the others became more settled with me in their midst, I was included in some of their conversations; at times they went beyond general and. “I can’t wait to be in Chicago with you,” she whispered as we cuddled together afterwards.“That’s going to be complicated, but we’ll make it work,” I said.We got out of bed then showered again, dried off, and dressed. I lit the lavender candle in my room to remove any scent that might give us away. We went down to the kitchen and got a couple of Cokes and sat at the table to drink them. When we finished them, I went upstairs and blew out the candle, and we left to head back to my parents’.