For the side, onion rings. For his drink, give him a wheat ale, of course. Yes, I’m ordering his meals from now on, just as a reminder that I wear t...e pants in my marriage, though David outranks both of us. By the way, I’ll make sure that he gives you plenty of dick soon, trust me.”“Yummy. Between him, David, and any of you ladies who might be into girls, well, you get the idea. By the way, don’t worry about anything that I might need to take with me. I don’t need a thing. Just the clothes on. Then we move on to talking about sex. It was just two adults having inappropriate conversations about things we could not talk about with anyone else. Was it wrong? Yes, but we are adults and we can do small wrongs and have no one get hurt. Were we went wrong (or where we went so right) was a nice little lunch by a bridge. I showed up to the lunch and she was sitting there with two lawn chairs. The sun was hitting her just right and she looked amazing. I took a seat and we talked. I was in. A light mist rose off the pools of mineral water like a freshly poured cup-of-Joe. 60 yards from our campsite laid an open area flanked by a couple of boulders a perfect place to soak up the late day sun. Cody stopped to take a few pictures I continued on past the ghostly remains of a by gone forest, through the cedar, spruce and pine to a lush bed of grass dotted with wild flowers. Looking back I caught a glimpse of Cody tucked behind two cedars taking pictures in my direction. Sure why not I. I know I should not want to do these things, but I always findmyself eagerly listening and learning everything Margaret teaches me. Itmakes me feel real good to do everything I'm taught, and when Margaretpraises me on learning, I feel even better. This routine lasted anothermonth or so.One morning I awoke to Margaret already in my room."Good Morning, Melissa. How are you today." (Melissa is the name I chosefor myself)."I feel wonderful, Maggie (She lets me call her Maggie now). Thank youfor.