“Wow, pretty impressive,” Angie said.I rolled the canoe onto my hip, and then laid it on the sand.“I’ve done this a few times before,” I sai..., slightly flexing my biceps.The call had come a few days after my trip to the restaurant. I was in the process of playing an old Cat Stevens tune on my guitar, when the phone rang. I leaned my guitar up against the couch and reached for my cell. My first thought, was that it might be Ron, calling about the trip.“Hello,” I answered.“Hi, it’s me, the. I wanted to jack off so bad, but I vowed to myself not to and save it all for that night. Finally, the time had come to open the second envelope. I opened it up and inside was nothing more than a plain black business card. The card said “Candy” and had my wife’s cell phone number on it. I immediately reached for my cell phone and dialed the number. It rang a few times and then someone answered. “Hello,” a woman answered in an extremely sexy voice. “Hi. Can I speak with Candy please?” I replied.. .Who are you calling, Auntie Evie?" I asked with a tremor in myvoice."That's not your concern right now, Dale! I guess I should call you Dawn.That is what you told Patti your name was the other night, isn't it? Justsit there and enjoy your wine! Better yet, go pour some for Laurie andme... please. And while you're at it, pour another glass for yourself.You're gonna need it!" Even though she was smiling warmly, it wasn'treally a request.As I rose to do as she asked, I modestly held down the hem. He remained seated on his sticky chair, however, deep in thought about the surreal events he had experienced that evening.Bill still had to see her every day at the firm, of course, and for a few months dared to hope that he had gotten away with his night of carnal weakness, though even the sight of her curves was enough to make his knees weak with memories of pleasure. Inevitably, however, her belly began to swell, and he knew that she had won. Driven by his irresistible reproductive instinct,.