They talked and talked and thoroughly enjoyed each other. ‘You know, Dan, we never talked this much when we were dating! You’re really quite fun!...And now I have to go,’ she said with a bit of regret and a pout. ‘How about we do it again soon, then?’ he asked. She looked deep in to his eyes and sadly said, ‘Don’t you think we’ll just fall in the same trap as we did last time?’ ‘No, Summer because we won’t have sex this time. We will get to know each other.’ ‘But the sex was the only thing. "My gosh, Caleb," she commented when he filled his plate for thirds, "Where are you putting it?" It's good!" was his only answer."I'm with Caleb," Bill agreed. "This marinara sauce is excellent. Tastes homemade." With tomatoes and herbs fresh from our garden. All I had to buy was the olive oil," Annie beamed proudly. "And I've got vanilla ice cream and pizzelles for dessert. Those are anise-flavored cookies, for you uneducated types. Sorry they don't have the fancy designs on them."Bill held up. They both had on sleeveless tops so I put an arm around each of them and lightly stroked their upper arms. I alternated between them both making sure that I used my tongue to enhance the kisses. Jen was used to me kissing her like that but it was something new to Sally. Sally almost passed out when I moved my hand and lightly caressed her breast during some of the kisses.One highlight of the day was at the booth where you throw baseballs at the milk bottles. I had thrown a gazillion baseballs. I shuddered scanning over the stacks and stacks of records scattered on every flat surface inside the room. I berated myself softly asking aloud, ‘What the hell have you’ve gotten yourself into this time you knot head?’ A memory flashed into my mind to the last time I heard those exact words. It was Christmas break of my sophomore year. My father had asked me that right before I told him and my mother the truth that I was gay. I felt my cheeks flushing hotly remembering my hurt and anger as he.