"I bet you've never had anything like that before! Heh heh heh."I bet you've never had anything like that before! Heh heh heh." "Yeah, what do you know." I stuck my tongue out at him. "You think I'm some old maid? I was a kid once too, not-" I gave a sharp glance at Scarlett, who seemed about to open her mouth, "-not that I was wearing stuff like this when I was exactly a *kid*." I held the brassiere up to the light and admired the way my wedding ring flashed through the material. "Besides, your dad used to be well-known for trying to see up girls' skirts in college, so I made sure I always had on nice underwear." I laughed. We all went out to dinner, and even the kids had some champagne. Ben seemed to try to make this a jolly occasion indeed. Probably worried that I was going to have a nervous breakdown because I could no longer claim to be "thirty-something". There was more champagne that evening, much later, after the kids had finally decided to go to bed. One thing about the summertime, any loving you try to get in just about has to be after midnight because the kids go to bed so late. It's not that I didn't want them to know that Ben and I were doing the dirty deed, after all, they would have been pretty stupid not to figure it out; it's just that when I am in the throes of passion I don't need to hear a little strand of giggles come floating into the bedroom as some light sleeper walks down the hall to the bathroom. |