Don't even bother to ask me HOW allthis got contained inside the suits, okay? I haven't a CLUE how Dr.Fine did it and even if I did know, if I told yo..., I'd have to killyou! No, not really!Well, I wasn't too keen on the superhero thing, I can tell you. I meanit MIGHT have been okay for Jerry.He still looked like a guy. An incredibly well built and handsome guy,about 6' 4" and looking like he weighed about 250 VERY solid pounds,but still a guy when all was said and done. Me? Well, imagine. Our daughters sat in the middle of our booth, with the guys at the ends. Melissa slid up next to me while Andrea did the same with Alex. The girls soon left the table and went to the restroom. When they returned, a waiter brought champagne to our table and briskly popped it open, while our daughters giggled. Alex and I then realized they had ordered it and shown their fake I.D.s. Melissa pleaded with her father to let her have some, telling him what they were doing was just a 'one-time fun. "Hope laughed and hugged him."See, Marcus," she said. "Sometimes you're just like all the other guys." What's that noise?"Hope's eyes were wide as she came out of her room, walked along the corridor, and then turned back as she passed the bathroom."Shawna?" Come on iieuurgh..."Hope eased the door open as Shawna cut off what she was saying. Inside, Marcus was kneeling by the toilet, wiping his mouth with a tissue while Shawna sat on the edge of the bath and rubbed his back."Is it something you. He cleared his throat and tried to recompose himself; he was acting like a teenager for God’s sake. “I mean, if you are ok with taking things to that level, I’d love to as well.”Emma’s smile was nearly ear to ear. “I’d hoped you’d say that.” She leaned forward and started to unbutton his pants. Brent suddenly looked scared.“Um...” he said, but couldn’t continue.“What is it? You can say anything to me,” Emma said. She was now unzipping his fly.“I didn’t bring any, uh, condoms with me,” Brent.