“Wait, no. This just doesn’t feel right, does it?”Rob turned back to her, also out of character. “No. Who wrote this crap?”Kathy slumped bac... onto her chair. “Probably Avery,” she said, referring to their acting teacher.They called it a night, agreeing to think of different motivations before they met again in a couple of days. They had just over a week before they had to present their scene in class.Two nights later they were in Rob’s parents’ basement going over the lines again. Once again. Any guy i found in my area would hear my age and run off, scared I might be an undercover agent of some kind. After months of searching I finally found someone who seemed intrested. His name was Ken and he only lived an hour away from me. We talked for about an hour and set up a time for us to meet on the next day. I was so excited that nigh I hardly slept, looking forward to the next day.When I woke up the next day i began to worry about what was going to happen that day. What if the guy was a. ”“Maybe that’s for the best.” Christine smiled and winked at her niece. “Feel better?”Again, Lynne chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so.”“Good. How about we go to the spa for the afternoon, and then go shopping. My treat.”Lynne offered her first genuine smile of the day upon hearing that suggestion.**Night had settled before Christine pulled back into the garage. She and her niece both carried several bags of expensive new clothing, clutched in freshly manicured fingers. “I’m exhausted,” Lynne. “You guys looked a little awkward. What were you discussing while we were gone?”“Nothin Hun. Just small talk”. I hoped that would end things there until, Debbie spoke and my body stiffened.Debbie said: “We were discussing whether husbands always expected their wives to swallow”.My jaw dropped, and I saw her hubby get rigid in his chair and go red in the face.“And just how did that conversation start?” her hubby asked.My wife laughed and said “Is the Pope catholic? Of course men want to be.