Sure we were illegal ... sure there’s a hell of a fine if you’re caught ... the gods were with us and all the bridges were open for motor traffic ...nd all the State truck scales were closed. The Highway patrol had either just left the restaurant or were in shift change. The rumor of our passing became a state legend.66 North to 31 is not necessarily the shortest route to 31, but the shorter route had the weakest bridges, the tightest turns and the nosiest local cops.Not exactly known for making. At least then I could have all the sex I wanted, and be sure I would remain a virgin.I was in a funk the rest of the weekend, but at least Ralph never came by or called me again. On Monday, I was relieved to find that Ralph had dropped the class. At least that much was good, he was one I never wanted to meet again. It was Wednesday when I heard a voice softly ask if they could join me. “Steve, yes please. Have a seat, it is nice to see you again.” He sat next to me, and I leaned over and. At the door Don was standing there with Nancy; she looked like she had enjoyed herself. “ Gotta go now, thanks for keeping Bonnie company “he said .Bonnie spoke up saying I was going to take her home.”Okay,” Don said, walking Nancy out to the car and drove off as we watched them drive away. “So where were we?” I said as I turned facing Bonnie then she reached her hands around my head and kissed me. I placed my hands on her hips pulling her even closer as we stood in the middle of the room. The ASAs were not the Grammy Awards. People didn’t flock from around the globe to get photos taken on the red carpet to prove they were popular (or so I had been told).I checked with Ben and Lucas to explore the possibility of making Liz’s Saturday outing a “family” affair. The guys were assisting me on a variety of different projects already but took time to assure me that the event organizers were so thrilled to have Liz make an appearance that they would readily agree if she wanted to bring.