‘I don’t think this is going to work.’ She shook her head. Max had managed to zip the sleeping bag up, but they were nearly on top of each other... ‘It’s too small.’ ‘That’s not what you say.’ He flashed a quick smile and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. ‘I’d smack you but I can’t breathe- let alone move.’ ‘Lucky me.’ Megan closed her eyes and rolled to her left side. Crickets chirped and a slight breeze rustled the old cottonwood tree. The sounds were oddly soothing, once again Megan found. 'I'm Beth Ferguson, a resident of Phoenix. I'm a mother of two and I'm here to tell you the playground isn't the only game in town. These women can play.' And Beth would be in a sundress — also all dolled up — and the kids would be on the swings. I hope we can even use Lexi for this shot, too."The NBA owns the WNBA, so a bunch of the Suns and their wives are participating. I want to get a couple of NFL guys, a couple of college students, some everyday people, and a couple of Major. I couldn’t find the gearshift lever or foot pedal, so I turned it off. I looked around and found the little compartment behind the seat that contained the owner’s manual, parked myself in the grass to read the basic instructions, at least enough that I knew how to use the electric gear-shift, the thumb throttle, and some hints on how to avoid killing myself. Good thing, too, because when I shifted into first gear and goosed it, I damn near got bucked off! I rode up and down the driveway a few. Nora was sitting on the sofa with her legs up and her arms wrapped around them. Her eyes were red and her face was blotchy and when I walked up to her, she turned her head away and began crying again. I didn’t know what to say and I wasn’t sure what was wrong. “What’s wrong, Nora?” I asked laying my hand on her shoulder. “You don’t love me.” “What do you mean?” “You just left me. I can’t believe you could make love to me and then just run out like that.” She turned away from me and I could hear.