Nervous in a way I cannot really describe, I made sure I was privy to all discussions as soon as I returned from the airport, having reluctantly put L...z on a plane back to L.A.“What do we always need to worry about when planning weddings?” Sara said, pencil in hand.“How many babes at the bachelor party?” I volunteered.“Well, there’s that,” Joanie said with a twinkle in her eye. “But I was going to say the wedding dress.”“Bingo!” Sara actually shouted. “We need to get Nicky something spectacular. " What seems to be the problem?" he asked, looking under the hood."I'm not sure," Dalia replied. "It doesn't want to start." I'm pretty good with cars, let me take a look." he said with a smile. "Do you have a flashlight?" I think so."While he bent over the front bumper, Dalia reached back into the car and pulled the flashlight out of the glove compartment. She'd thought the young man looked familiar and was able to place him in the flashlight's glow.She'd seen him in the restaurant, sitting in. Strip, nice and slow."As she sits back on her sofa, I say, "Yes, Ma'am." I think we're both surprised at how natural that sounded and we both giggle nervously."Charlie has been encouraging me to be a little more... demanding." It sounds like a little more commanding to me. Carlo encouraged me to be a little more... accommodating." Sensing an opportunity, I add, "Would you like to practice on me?"Her smile is her answer. "Wait." She jumps up and rushes to her entertainment center. She pops a CD. Mom is about to leave the room and start dinner. I am expected to “entertain” Dexter in her absence. In the past, this has consisted of making small talk. However, in recent visits, Dexter has become interested in my “experiences” with boys and how it feels to have such exquisite “fun bags” at my disposal. It’s getting creepier so when Mom gets up to go to the kitchen, I follow. She hisses for me to go back. I down my fourth beer and grab a fifth from the fridge. I am really going to.