I’m more a Cuervo Gold gal. I’m not really into whiskey but I love its oak barrel aging. Wait... let me guess. I bet that’s what Jim likes too?�...�“Kim, if it’s not red wine then tequila or a margarita is nearly all he drinks unless he’s biking and then it’s beer. The hoppier the better!”“My goodness Ash. Same here. I can drink a whole pitcher of the stuff after a century ride! Wait... you said Jim bikes? Do you mean a bicycle?”“Oh yea. He ‘pushes pedals.’ I think he has 8 bicycles in the garage. Their lips briefly touched then Nancy jerked backwards, looking at him with an amused smile."Whoa, what was that?" I just wanted to kiss you," he answered shyly. "You know, like a thank you type of thing." Oh, if you wanted a kiss, anytime honey." She leaned back over and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Anytime."It had been a simple peck on the lips, affectionate but definitely non-sexual, at least to Nancy. To Matt, however, it was a first step as he longingly watched her walk away. After. It wasn’t unpleasant, just kind of weird. I fell into a deep sleep, listening to the faint sound of the surf crashing endlessly on the white sand, sleeping uninterrupted until Betty jumped on my bed, telling me the plans for the day before I was even awake. This first day we were all going to Xcaret. This turned out to be a fun place. I liked best the snorkeling, I’d never done that before. We also got to play with the dolphins and go horseback riding. They had built a replica Mayan village. " Well, he can't have me, cause I'm all yours," Jennifer quipped."I'll tell him we'll go out with them but he has to keep his hands off of you," Jimmy said with a laugh.Jimmy sat quietly for a while, holding his mother. After her comment earlier about the party, he had a question on his mind but wasn't entirely comfortable bringing it up. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "Mom... did you, uh... did you enjoy the party?"Jennifer was silent for a while before she whispered, "Yes, I guess I.