Chapter 4

I stayed up late the next couple of days and sat outside the tent. On the second night that I kept watch, Carol went into the boy’s tent a little after 10:30. I kept checking on Don Sr., making sure he was asleep. I thought about what I had done with the boys and fantasized about what they might be doing with Carol. I’m sure the boys filled their sister in about what we had done because she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat at me yesterday morning. The boys had even taken to giving me a hug and kiss in the morning, which is something they had not done since before they turned into teenage brats and told me it was too yucky.

Yes, I thought about joining the boys again, but they had Carol to take care of them now, and I didn’t want to intrude. Taking care of myself was nothing new when we were at the dig. Besides, which would a 19 and 21-year-old guy prefer? A 23-year-old girl or a 48-year-old lady who put on a few pounds after having three kids and did not have the same shape she had twenty-five years ago. I had put on almost seven pounds that I just couldn’t get rid of. Don Sr. still jokes that it improved my breasts. I knew my butt was bigger, my waist was thicker, my tits were starting to sag, and my stomach was not flat anymore.