Then my wife swung her legs towards the camera and sat up, she looked straight into the lense and said baby go ahead, I know you want to jerk off. She...was correct and I did. That Evening after she came home I decided to not mention the movie. I made out like I had no idea . She was wearing a big bulky Christmas sweater and black leggings with high heels. I asked her she got everything. She said I didn't do any shopping myself. I said I wasn't talking about shopping. She smiled and asked what I. “I’m sorry, Wilbur. What happened?”Ed’s tone caused Wilbur to pause a bit. He’d expected different, a side of himself, a side he did not care for believed Ed would slough it off with jocularity about a “vinegar puss.”“He was sitting with Kay, Ed, and fell over on the couch. He’s gone. He’s just gone. Carol is with Kay, Ed, they’re crying.”“I have an idea, Wilbur.”“What, Ed?”“How bout I pick us each an Addison apple? It would be a tribute to your friend, Wilbur. Addison always looked after you. The back is right, a lot of people were still there from the last showing, so I had to settle into the back corner. I took a sip of my tea and made a face, then set the waxed paper cup on the floor against the wall and crossed my thighs, taking a bite of popcorn and looking around. Over half of the men were in uniform, most were Navy but a few soldiers. Most of the other men were either too old to serve, or could not serve. And I saw a few that should have been in uniform, and dismissed them. I heard a pleasantly-pitched, almost musical giggle, and a shadow emerged from behind a big nearby tree. Katie and I froze and stared intensely, believing our lives depended on it.The shadow came forward and was suddenly immersed in sunlight. It was a young female, and she was grinning ear-to-ear."Hi guys." She giggled, "Sorry for interrupting. That looked really... interesting." Uh...uh." Was all I was thoughtful enough to say. She was beautiful. Flowing long blonde hair, hiking boots, khaki.