Jenny Lynne weighed 6 pounds, 15 ounces and was in good health. Mrs. Simmons gave her the phone number at the hospital, but urged her to wait until th... next day to call. I had a feeling that I would be hearing more about Jenny Lynne than I needed to know.I did most of the driving that day, and was tired when we stopped at a motel. My plan was to tour Williamsburg the following morning, and then head south. We showered and dressed for dinner. I was surprised when Megan finally wore her new. ”“Do you need to use the bathroom?” I asked.“I got up earlier while you were still asleep. This unit has a very nice en suite, Eric. How about you -- do you need to get up?”“I’m good for the time being.” Helen rolled again onto her side facing away.I snuggled against her, slipped my arm around her waist and she put her hand on mine. “Any thoughts about last night?” I asked. “Any regrets?”“No regrets. Regrets are the furthest from my mind. It was wonderful ... you were wonderful, Eric. You have. ’ He scoffed. ‘Maybe, but she’s not interested in you. So keep your hands to yourself.’ ‘She showed me her tits, she wants it.’ He insisted. ‘She was showing off for the camera, not to you. I’m asking you to stop harassing her.’ I said. ‘Yeah? Or what? You going to show some pictures to my boss? He ain’t gonna care.’ The crewman said confidently. ‘Nope. First off, it’s not photographs, its video. Second, I’m not going to show them to your boss or even to the people on the cruise ship. What I am. Charlene caught Blake’s manly reaction as she sat back, resuming a somewhat more modest posture. “I guess that means you approve.”“Shit yeah,” Blake proclaimed.Tommy picked it up with, “I guess you’re kind of used to this.”“If you mean dancing in shirt and panties… yeah, I guess I have done it a time or two.”“More like, several times, maybe?”“So I like partying in panties and a shirt.”“You mean the way you’re dressed tonight is pretty normal?” Blake asked.“Oh yeah. Pretty much. Panties and.