We walked a hundred yards north, past a stone outcropping and a sharp bend, pulled off our clothes and waded into the chilly water, trying not to look...at each other. I got down on my knees and she washed my hair and back, and then I did the same for her, working hard at the many tangles in her long tresses. Her body was lean and hard for a woman, but her breasts jutted like a much younger girl's and her hips were surely womanly. She dunked her head to rinse out the soap, and I admired her long. “Breathless, so I know what SHE was doing!”She moved her finger and spoke in rapid Italian, listened, and then spoke again. She laughed and handed me the phone.“Hello?” I said.“Hello! This is Giuseppe, Elena’s husband. She thinks you need my permission to be with her. If she wants to, it’s up to her. I’m not going to come after you with a gun or knife like in the movies!”I laughed, “«Buona. Molte grazie!»”“«Tu parli italiano?»” he asked, surprised.“No; I know a couple of dozen phrases and a. We take a quick shower, washing each others hair and backs before sitting in the living room in our PJs. Mine an oversized shirt with some yoga pants and Michaels some flannel PJ pants and a long sleeved Dallas Cowboys shirt. Even dressed down, he is the most handsome man. We cuddle on the couch, watching a Christmas movie until we hear the key slot at the door. We quickly move to opposite ends as Ali and Josh walk in. Ali smiles and walks into her room, stating that she was going to shower.. It was beautiful, and Mrs. Bell stood and joined the hug, whispering something softly into Colleen's ear that made her start to cry.Mr. Bell extricated himself and clapped me on the shoulder, saying, "So what's the plan, son? Are we done here? Is it time to call back the jet people and go home? Because, I have to tell you, I thought it was cold in Branson, but this is insane. I can't wait to get home and warm up."Everything was good. We had our relationship out in the open, even if we hadn't.