Call my mother.”
“What are you going to tell her?”
“What are you going to tell your wife? “Well, I don’t take that for granted. Porn sex But dancin’ is in my blood.”
Ann looked him over. Like one of those enormous cocks in the porn flicks. More fun with a friend.”
“I can imagine. “Did you tell her about our afternoon at the lake?”
“Some of it. French kissed me. And I liked it. They have tapes down in the lobby.”
“Not this kind.”
“So you buy these tapes and bring yourself off and throw them out before you go home?”
“No, I take them with. No line, thank God, and an open stall, thank God, no panties to worry about. And another beer.” That provoked a glance, maybe a glare from Ann. At least not that way. “Got to go. Well, he’d been right there all the time, but busy with other customers. But they got down to the other end of the lake and the wind died so who knew when they were getting back. “How are you? It’s up in Boston so we are having this kerfuffle whether Evan is coming with, where he’s sleeping if he does come.
