That night, I slept over. After a long day of working out and having fun, we were ready for sleep. This was the latest I've ever stayed up in my lif.... It was well past eleven o'clock at night. The room was pitch black and so silent, you could hear us breathing. We couldn't stop talking about things, about our workouts, about our good times spent together, about our birthday parties, about school. After a good laugh, it grew uncomfortably quiet. I softly fidgeted in my blue sleeping bag. After each of them had made their wish they went to their room hand in hand.They embraced and kissed as soon as they entered the room, then they parted and began to unpack. Marvin finished unpacking and freshening up first so he took a seat near the window. He looked around for the remote control, and then he noticed that there was no television in the room. He picked up some travel brochures from the nightstand and read them absentmindedly.Barbara emerged from the bathroom wearing her. If I can get something worthwhile done and ready before we head up to Mitchell, tomorrow,” I replied.“Aww, c’mon, Mike! You gotta share it with us!” Lisa whined in her soft sweet voice with her best ‘puppy-dog’ pleading face.“If, and it’s a major IF ... but if I can get something written worth giving to her, I’d like to get it put on a plaque or possibly a scroll. Then Nella can hang it in her bedroom or in JM’s baby room.”“That is so, so beyond awesome, Mike!” E said. She then leaned forward. She saw me looking at her legs and grinned. “Jack, why are a woman’s legs more alluring when she is wearing a skirt than when she’s wearing shorts?” She grinned at me.I blushed guiltily. “I guess it’s because of the mystery of what’s exactly under the skirt. That’s true even when a guy has seen the female in shorts or a swim suit before. Men look down the fronts of blouses for the same reason.”Now, it was her turn to blush. I reached over and poured two coffees. She swung her legs down and.