. you're really going to do this, aren't you?" I winked and pulled up to the speaker. She ordered a couple combos for us, sounding for all the worl... like a sweet innocent southern belle. Cars drove past us, circling the building, and one woman looked over at us, then drove around again and slowed down. She gave us a thumbs up and blew a kiss, then drove off into the night. We pulled up to the first window, where a young teenage boy nearly chocked when he saw us, both naked, my cock buried. I caught his smile of accomplishment just as he said:"Take a look, Mom."It was a wonderful job. Better than I could do, not as good as aprofessional salon, but more than adequate to face the first day at thebeach. And I loved the color, just the thing to contrast with the whitesand that would come between my toes. I was amazed at the skilldisplayed by my son and by the look on his face he was too.I wiggled my toes to let the warm air do a fast job of drying. Theywere lovely. Just what I needed. We made eye contact and she gave me a hug.“Congrats on the play! It was so great! I’m so proud of you,” she said.We made small-talk and I learned she and her husband (Greg? I think she said his name is Greg) divorced last winter and she was in the midst of moving back home. She came to the play with her mother. We agreed to meet for drinks next weekend to catch up.As the crowd started to thin out, and cast members began to head backstage to get out of makeup and costumes, I caught Christy. " What!" the startled woman cried out, her mouth dropping open in amazement."Goddamn it, Marilyn, I love you, don't you know that already, I've loved you foryears, long before Walt died."Marilyn was silent for a long, long time; it appealed to her somehow to live with aman again, and it was true she really did enjoy Ronnie's company, with him shecould have a normal relationship instead of having to skulk around in secret andeventually anyway she knew her love-affair with the boys would have to.