She took a seat at the picnic table and I sat opposite her just to be on the safe side. She raised her eyebrows and asked "What's the matter? Are you ...fraid of me?" I replied "You girls just about killed me last night so I'm not taking any chances. You just might try again." "Relax Greg, I'm not here to jump your bones even though I would like to. I'm here to talk with you about Sandy. She needs your help on something important."I told her "Judy, you know that I would do anything for any of my. When we opened our eyes we were both smiling.“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” I tried to stay calm.“Me too.”Suddenly, there was no rush for either of us and we lay there, kissing and holding each other for almost an hour. It was like we’d finally come home after a long journey. “You think this will change anything between us?” Sam asked from the comfort of my arms.“No.” I giggled, kissing her again, partly because I finally could and partly because it felt so damn good.“Well, I was kind of. Sandy slipped onto the Naugahyde bench seat next to Cindy, with John and I taking the outside seats beside our wives. The waiter came by and we ordered some drinks.The DJ cranked up the music. Sandy glanced in my direction. I was not a great dancer, but I had learned to accept my inadequacies long ago. We headed for the dance floor. As we did, I glanced back at John and Cindy. John was like me. He only danced because his wife insisted on it.I was only good for a couple of sets. The same with. Keen and interested I confess to be, but certainly not sluttish. After half an hour in front of the mirror applying my makeup, I was ready. From a bedside drawer I retrieved a packet of condoms which I’d purchased sometime back but never brave enough to use. Well, that’s not quite true, for I’d used one on a lucky broom handle as practice. Anyway, I put the remaining two in my handbag just in case. I met Nick in a bar as arranged but a good old fashioned ten minutes late just to show I wasn’t.