I wanted to surprise her.Brian showed up, and we all dressed casually as we took the hour drive south, turned west on Lincoln Avenue, and there it was... With Jennifer on my arm and our moms behind us, we entered to hear “Welcome to Hooters,” from all around.A redheaded fox walked up to us and asked, “Where would you like to sit?” It wasn’t terribly busy, but I said, “Is Jennifer here?”“You must be Michael, follow me,” she said as I felt my Jennifer’s arm gripping me very tight.We got to the. Once we had buckled up she drove off. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Ithought we could go to the carnival and get something to eat while we'rethere. How does that sound?" she replied. "Sounds great," I said. Thecarnival wasn't that far away.As we drove we made a bit of small talk. I knew that Emily was in a fewof my classes, we shared drama together and that was how we met and whereshe had asked me out. Arriving at the carnival Emily paid for ourtickets. We then set off looking at all of the. “And a slut wife. I am one. I have been a slut wife for a good while, with Dan’s apparent blessing, I would say. After all, he’s a stud and yet he’s a courteous, loving, caring, one would even say doting, husband. It doesn’t stop him from screwing Lindsay, or Monica, or Erica, or Tina or Angie or Pam ... or... , “ now Jessica hesitated before spilling all of the beans.“Or me. Yes, Dickie, dear, I’ve been stepping out on you for years. I confess it. Freely. I see no reason to hide it anymore.. Why do you want to know?" I just had a good idea. Can I keep it secret for now? I'll tell you later, okay?"#3: "Sure." The look on some of their faces when you win will be fun to see. I'm going to enjoy that."A minute or so later Donna added, "I just remembered you asked about running a marathon, and I said you hadn't trained enough. You could run a marathon, couldn't you?" I think so. It'd probably be even easier for me to win than a 10k."Donna pointed out, "But you didn't argue with me when I.