"Right now, Sam, I think we ought to maybe find a motel."The noise made conversation difficult. Sam wasn't certain he'd heard what he thought he'd hea...d. "Did you say you want to go back to your hotel?" Now, Sam, you know that's not what I said." Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink?" Sam asked.Madeleine burst out laughing. "Wicks, you're a trip. I weigh 137 pounds. Do you really think a big girl like me can lose her inhibitions and get corrupted against her will on two warm. “How’s your mother?” She asked whilst she filled the glass with water. “Mom’s good,” I replied. “She had to go somewhere so she couldn’t stay.” “Well that’s good,” Grandma responded. “We have a lot planned for this weekend.” As the words left her mouth, I knew I was in for a treat. The place where they lived was amazing for nature, it had a small creek which we could paddle or fish in, too. As she brought my drink, she leant forward and kissed my forehead gently. I couldn’t help but notice. Fat she still was, but no longer in an ashamed, embarassed way; she looked like a woman who knew how to keep all her appetites amply satisfied.I saw the men in the restaurant checking her out as we went in. Some were just taking in the spectacle, probably to make fat jokes to their friends a moment later, but I spotted at least two or three giving her respectful, almost stricken looks, as if their horizons had just been broadened and they suddenly knew that Ramona represented a whole world. Like any red blooded American boy I wanted to spread pollen, but Amy was adamant — no sex until married — and so I had to settle for Mrs. Rosy Palm and her five daughters. Necking with Amy was passionate and her kisses kept my car windows steamed up and we sat on the couch for hours and swapped tongues. All of that told me that Amy was going to be one hell of a wild woman when the time came.Six months after graduation Amy and I were married. My wedding night was a disappointment to me. Instead.