Chapter 29

Monday was like a vacation day—a real vacation day. I slept in, wantonly lying in bed even after I woke up. When I finally crawled down from the top bunk, the sun was well up and the cabin was deserted. Then, without a regret, I skipped my workout. It didn’t give me the same satisfaction that skipping a Friday workout would’ve, but it was still refreshing.

By the time I took a shower, it was almost ten o’clock. As I walked onto the porch, yawning and stretching decadently, Mom and Kendall were just walking up the hill.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Mom said.

“Mornin’.”

Instead of greeting me verbally, Kendall’s face simply lit up with a smile.

“Hi,” I said to her.

“We thought you were going to sleep all day,” Mom said.

“I’ve had a busy couple of days,” I answered with another yawn.

“I’ll try not to tax you overmuch,” Kendall said with a mischievous grin.

“Thanks.”

Once they reached the porch, I gave Kendall a good morning kiss on the cheek. In the cabin, Mom retrieved her book, Dad’s book, his ball cap and sunglasses, and their beach towels. Then she kissed me on the cheek and headed down the hill.

“You wanna go down to the lake too?” Kendall asked.

I shook my head. Then I held a hand out to her and tossed my chin toward the cabin’s interior.

“Oh?” she asked suggestively.

I merely rolled my eyes and gestured a little more emphatically with my hand.

“I don’t know if we should be alone in your cabin,” she said with a grin as she took my hand.

I opened the screen door and gently tugged her with me.

“After all, you could compromise my virtue or something equally nefarious.”

“We wouldn’t want that, now, would we,” I said.

“Definitely not,” she replied, grinning. “I’m a proper young lady.”

Inside, I bonelessly dropped onto the couch. Kendall started to sit next to me, but I pulled her into my lap.

“Oh,” she said in surprise. “You really do wanna... ?”

I shook my head quickly. “Not really. To be honest, it’s nice not having to think about sex for a little while.”

She nodded and quickly curled up on my lap, putting her arms around my neck and gazing at me fondly.

I put my arm around her, enjoying the feeling of her warm body next to mine, and lay my head on the back of the couch. I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes again, Kendall was lightly running her index finger over my temples, right along my hairline. It felt indescribably nice.

“How long was I asleep?” I asked, stifling a yawn.

“Not long, you were just dozing. Ten minutes, maybe.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re adorable when you’re asleep.”

“Thanks,” I said, my face warming.

“You’re adorable when you blush too.”

That only made things worse.

“Maybe you could try blushing while you’re asleep,” she suggested less-than-helpfully.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I’d do no such thing.”

“Sure you wouldn’t,” I said.

“Cross my heart.”

I arched my eyebrows skeptically.

When her smile faded, she gazed at me intently, her bright blue eyes holding my own. Then she gave me an unmistakable look. Kiss me, she said with her expression alone.

Who was I to refuse?

As we kissed, slowly and sensually, I ran my hand along her thigh. Then I pulled her tight against me with the hand around her waist, and she whimpered into my mouth. We broke the kiss for only a moment, both of us breathing a little heavier. Then her lips sought mine again and she pressed herself against me, her nipples hardening as she did.

My tongue slid along hers and then I captured one of her lips with my teeth. As I nipped it gently, I pulled back and gazed into her suddenly open eyes. I smiled at her, my eyes crinkling, then released her lip. With an expression of pure heat, she tilted her head and once again crushed her lips against my own.

We kissed for a long time, letting our desire build slowly. My hands roamed over her body as we did, and I simply enjoyed the feeling of her soft curves and smooth skin. As I touched her, lightly at times, with more pressure and longing at others, my dick slowly hardened. She felt it pressing against her thigh and then pulled back, her eyes glittering.

“Maybe you were thinking about sex after all?” she asked with a wet-lipped grin.

“You make it hard not to.”

“Is that a bad pun?”

I grinned and shrugged theatrically.

“I’ll take that to be a yes,” she said.

Instead of verbally sparring with her—since I would’ve been at a disadvantage—I simply pulled her toward me again and kissed her. She arched her back, which pressed her lush breasts into my chest, and moaned softly, the sound muffled by my mouth. I ran my right hand through her lustrous hair and pulled her closer still, crushing her lips with my own.

She cupped my face and kissed me passionately, whimpering softly as she did. I felt her breath flutter against my cheek as I tweaked one of her nipples. When I gently circled it with my thumb, she began squirming and moaning insistently.

“Let me get a rubber,” I said as we broke the kiss.

“I’ll get it,” she said breathily. “Where are they?”

“That’s okay, I can—”

“Shhhh. I want you to watch me as I walk across the room. I like it when you do. Your eyes light up.”

“Well,” I said, “you’re a beautiful girl.”

“I’m a beautiful woman, Paul,” she said seriously.

“You’re both.”

“Fair enough. Now, about those rubbers...”

I told her where they were and she kissed me as she got up. When she walked across the room, she did something funny with her feet, but the effect was stunning. Instead of simply putting one foot in front of the other, she sort of crossed them with each step. With a flip of her hair and a sultry look over one shoulder, she opened my dresser drawer. A moment later, she retrieved a foil packet and then pushed the drawer shut.

Then she did something even more amazing. She looked over her shoulder to make sure I was paying attention. When she saw that I was, she straightened her shoulders, gracefully turned on the balls of her feet, lowered her chin, and gave me a steamy, sultry, lustful look. As she walked toward me, she did the cross-over steps thing again, which made her hips sway deliciously. The look and the walk were two of the sexiest, most alluring things I’ve ever seen.

“One of the girls in my class was a model,” she said as I swallowed hard. “One day, she was teaching some of the other girls how to walk.” When I looked up, our eyes met and she smiled hungrily. “I was paying attention too,” she said with a final sashay.

“I could tell. That was incredibly hot.”

“You look incredibly hot, too.”

I suddenly glanced down and imagined the sight I must have made, my erection resting against my stomach with a glistening drop of pre-come oozing out.

With a grin, she spread my legs and slowly knelt between them.

“I’m ready to go,” I said. “Lemme have the rubber.”

Instead of handing me the packet, she shook her head. “I’m not ready yet.” When I arched my eyebrows inquisitively, she continued. “I’ll get wet as I suck you,” she said.

“Oh,” I replied, blinking. “You’re not wet yet?”

She shook her head again.

“D’you want me to go down on you?”

“Shhhh. I want to suck you. It’ll get me wet and I’ll enjoy it.”

“You get wet when you suck me?”

“Mmm hmm. I like knowing I’m giving you pleasure. It ... it gets me all hot.”

Without further ado, she lifted my shaft and slowly tongued it, maintaining eye contact as she did. Once again, I was struck by how different her technique was from Gina’s. Gina was very good, and enthusiastic, but Kendall made love to my dick. She didn’t rush things. Instead, she languidly sucked me while paying attention to my reactions. When she sensed my delight, she made sure to keep doing whatever had engendered it. After several glorious minutes, she sat up and gazed at my saliva-slick cock. Then she brandished the foil packet.

“I think I know how to put this thing on,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

I had to suppress a chuckle. She sounded just like her mother had at the party.

“What were you just thinking?” she asked as she rolled the sheath over my erection.

“I was thinking how much you sounded like your mother,” I answered with candor that surprised me.

“Oh?” She straddled my hips with an arched eyebrow and then grasped my latex-encased member.

“Saturday night, at the party,” I said as she set the tip against her opening. I paused when she rubbed the sensitive head back and forth, spreading her abundant moisture. She was right, I thought. She does get wet when she sucks me.

“What about it?”

“Your mom was tipsy, and a little horny.”

She nodded and then closed her eyes as she sank onto my rod.

When I recovered from the sensation of being suddenly buried in her tight pussy, I continued. “So I was thinking ... you sound just like your mom when you’re horny.”

“I don’t think my mom even gets horny,” she said. She gently bit her lip and her nostrils flared as she settled upon me and slowly grew accustomed to my girth.

“Oh,” I reassured her, “she does. She was really hot for your dad the other night.”

“Yeah, right,” she replied with sarcastic distraction. “I don’t think my mom knows what sex is.”

“She had you and Drew,” I said. When she began to grind her hips, I ran my hands over her torso, tweaking her nipples with my thumbs as I did.

“Okay,” Kendall admitted, her breathing a little rapid, “so she’s had sex at least twice.”

“Oh, I’m sure your parents have had sex more than that.”

She shook her head as she slowly rode me, her eyes still closed.

“I’ll bet they do,” I whispered, my hands finally settling on her hips.

“You don’t know them. They’re so incredibly...” She stopped speaking and rocked her hips. “Ah ... this is nice...” Then she licked her lips as her eyes fluttered open. “They’re so incredibly straitlaced,” she resumed. “I never even hear them talk about sex.”

“Think what you’d like,” I said, lifting my hips.

“Sorry, you just don’t know what they’re like.”

“I guess,” I said with a grin.

If she thought her parents weren’t having sex, she was deluding herself. Kendall got her physical reactions from somewhere. And as much as she obviously enjoyed riding my dick, I’d bet any amount of money that her mother enjoyed it just as much with her father.

Oh, yes, I thought to myself, your parents are definitely having more sex than you imagine.

Instead of pondering how much sex Kendall’s parents were having, I concentrated on the sex that we were having. With a wry smile, I pulled her against me and ran my hands over her back. When I reached her ass, I cupped her cheeks and rocked my pelvis upward, burying myself in her snug channel. She whimpered and clutched me with rising passion.

Her breasts pressed against my chest as she rose slightly, tilted her hips back, then let herself back down. She repeated the motion several times, rubbing her clit against the hard base of my shaft each time. When she started to speed up, I put restraining hands on her hips and held her in place.

“Take your time,” I whispered in her ear.

“What happens if someone comes back and sees us? Your parents? Or Erin?”

“Then I’ll politely ask them to leave so we can fuck like bunnies in private.”

Despite her best attempt to remain focused, she laughed.

“There, that’s better. Like I said, take your time. I don’t wanna come yet.”

“But what if I do?” she asked.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure your toes curl.”

“You’re so smug.”

I shrugged. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You really think so?” she quipped as she started moving again, albeit slower than before.

“Mmm hmm. I was taught well.”

“So Susan taught you how to do this?” she asked without a hint of jealousy.

“Yep.” As Kendall leaned back, I took the opportunity to run my hands up her taut stomach and cup her breasts. “She also taught me to do this,” I said with a mischievous grin. With that, I leaned forward and began sucking her nipples.

“Oh, my goodness. Yes!”

I alternated between them, pulling the little buds to erection with my lips. She arched her back and held my head against her softness.

“Remind me to thank her sometime,” she said breathlessly.

“Is now a good time? I can go get her.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said in nervous disbelief.

“Wanna bet?”

“No!” she blurted. “No, I know you’re serious. Please don’t leave me like this.”

“I wouldn’t, sweetie. I was just kidding.”

She rocked her hips back and forth, closed her eyes, then bit her lip to keep from crying out. I grinned to myself and watched in fascination as her breasts swayed from side to side with the motion of her body.

When she started gyrating her hips, I merely sat back and gazed at her, playing with her breasts as I did. She was lost in her own little world, working up to her orgasm, and I was more than content to help her get there. I’d kept the pace deliberately slow, to allow her to work up a real head of steam, and judging by the powerful twinges from her internal muscles, she was bound for a colossal release.

Several delightful minutes later, her chest and face flushed darker still and I knew her climax was imminent. Her pussy was spasming wildly and her hips were in constant motion. I sat up a little, hooked my arms under her shoulders, and pulled her forward. Then I lifted my head and captured one of her nipples, flicking my tongue against its puckered surface and making her gasp in pleasure.

While I alternated between her breasts, making lewd sucking noises as I pulled at them with my lips, she began to pant and whimper softly. As she worked herself against my shaft, her cries became more insistent. I grinned shamelessly and rocked my hips in time with her, fueling her passion.

When she came, it was explosive but silent. Her back bent and she buried her head in the hollow of my neck. I felt a flow of moisture around the base of my cock as her pussy clenched me and then rippled with the effects of her release. She panted and shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As her orgasm finally began to subside, she mewled softly and cuddled my neck, her silken hair tickling my face. I merely held her close, feeling the thudding rhythm of her heart as she panted. A fine sheen of sweat coated her back as I gently raked my fingernails over her skin, causing her to quiver in pleasure.

“You didn’t come,” she said after a while, her breathing still heavy.

I shook my head.

“Why not?”

“I was enjoying watching you,” I said softly, kissing her shell-like ear as she tucked her hair behind it. When she shivered, I did it again. “And I like making it good for you.”

“My orgasms are always so much better when you’re inside me,” she breathed.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Your hardness gives my muscles something to squeeze against.”

“Yep.”

“And,” she said with a sly grin as she pulled back, “you’re still hard.” Her eyes twinkled as she ground her hips against me.

“Yep.”

“What do you want to do about that?”

“Oh,” I mused, “probably the usual.”

“Which is?”

I grinned roguishly as she arched an elegant eyebrow.

“Yes?” she prompted.

“Oh, I thought I’d go ahead and jerk off. Once you climb off my lap, that is.”

A surprisingly hard fist thumped my chest as her eyes glittered with smiling reproach.

“Okay, okay,” I said hastily, grinning unabashedly. “Maybe we can think of something better.”

“Maybe I’ll let you jerk off,” she retorted.

“You know you’d like that.”

“Yeah,” she said with a rueful grin. “You know me too well.”

“So what should I do?” I asked.

“You could ravish me as you please.”

“Would you like that?”

“Am I still hot and wet?” she asked rhetorically.

“Hmm, lessee,” I said as I pulled back a little and glanced down at where our bodies were still joined.

Her pubic hair, despite its trimmed sparseness, was matted and damp. My own was equally damp and had been crushed by her gyrations.

“You look wet enough,” I said.

“Trust me,” she replied with aplomb, “I’m still wet.”

“And you’re very hot.”

She nodded, her eyes hooded and sultry.

“Say, do you know the melting point of latex?” I asked conversationally. “I mean, it could be a problem if—”

Another fist in the chest.

“Ow! You’re pretty strong ... for a girl.”

“For a girl?!”

When she tried to playfully hit me again, I caught her wrist. In a flash, I caught the other one as well. Instead of pushing her back, I used the leverage to pull her forward. Our lips met in a kiss which rapidly turned steamy. This time, it was her turn to gently bite my lip. When she pulled back, she gave me a smoldering look.

“Are you going to hold me down and ravish me?” she asked, glancing at her wrists, which I still held. “I’m a proper young lady. I’d never submit to a scoundrel such as yourself. Not voluntarily, at any rate.”

“Oh, no?”

She shook her head in feigned defiance.

“You really think so?”

Without waiting for her to answer, I rolled to the right and twisted my torso, taking her with me. She ended up on her back with me still between her legs. As I firmly buried myself in her superheated pussy, she grinned at me.

“You can have my body,” she said with an exaggerated Southern accent, “but you’ll never break my spirit.”

“I don’t want to break your spirit,” I said with a grin. “Right now, I just want your body.”

“Yankee swine,” she said loftily. “Ravish me as you like, but I won’t enjoy it—”

I began moving within her, stroking my length into her tightness and making her gasp in pleasure.

“—much,” she finished.

I bent to kiss her and she moaned into my mouth.

“Oh, take me,” she drawled when we broke the kiss.

“Never fear, miss,” I said, my breathing heavy as I thrust into her, “I’m going to.”

After we got cleaned up (I made sure to wrap the used rubber in toilet paper and unobtrusively drop it in the bathroom trash can), we headed down the hill. I stopped at the clubhouse to fix two quick sandwiches and then ate them as we continued to the lake. Once there, Drew and Erin waved to us from the raft.

The swim from the shore to the raft was incredibly refreshing. Kendall wasn’t as strong a swimmer as I was, so I made sure to maintain a pace I knew she could match. I let her climb onto the raft before me and then hoisted myself onto the sun-warmed canvas.

Drew and I eyed each other warily for a moment and then decided that everything was cool between us. On Sunday, I’d pretty much avoided him, since I didn’t want any more trouble.

“What’d you do to your knees?” Kendall asked him.

“Huh?”

“Your knees,” she said, gesturing. “They’re all red.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“What happened?”

His eyes locked with mine and I wondered if I should say something or not.

“I tripped on one of your dumb books,” he said, looking back to Kendall, “getting out of bed yesterday morning.”

“Oh, Drew,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Ah, that’s okay. I’m fine. It didn’t hurt or nothin’.”

“I’ll pick them up first thing after lunch,” Kendall said sincerely.

“I’ll help,” I added with a nod of thanks to Drew.

Evidently, he knew as well as I did that telling Kendall about our little scuffle would only cause problems for both of us. Besides, it was a guy thing, and it would stay between us.

“Hey!” Kendall said suddenly. “Do you wanna have lunch with us, Paul?”

“Yeah, sure.” Then I caught Drew’s eye and pointedly glanced at Erin.

“Hey, Erin,” he asked, picking up the cue, “you wanna have lunch with us too?”

“Sure, I’d love to!”

Mom and Dad took the news in stride. They actually seemed happy to have the time to themselves. Kendall and Drew’s parents were more than delighted to have Erin and me join them. While Melissa, Kendall, and Erin fixed BLT sandwiches in the Winnebago, Adam, Drew, and I sat outside at the picnic table. When everything was ready, the girls trooped out of the camper with plates of sandwiches, a big bowl of potato chips, and a tray of cool drinks. Thankfully, Kendall had brought Erin and me water, but her family all drank iced tea.

The girls chatted about some of the families with younger kids while Adam and Drew talked about football. Given my druthers, I probably wouldn’t have talked about either subject, but I decided to “do the guy thing” and talk about football. I was only a mediocre fan at best, but I paid enough attention to the game to know what they were talking about.

Drew had made the varsity team as their second string strong-side linebacker. But for two weeks before school even began, he’d have summer training. Evidently, Chattanooga was both hot and extremely humid, and he wasn’t looking forward to two-a-days or, worse, three-a-days. Practicing in the stifling heat with all those pads must be brutal.

“You don’t play football, do you, Paul?” Adam asked.

“No. I wrestle.”

“He’s pretty good, too,” Drew added with a sly grin.

“You’re on a team, right?” Adam asked.

I nodded.

“So how’s that work? You don’t wrestle as a team, do you?”

“No,” I said, laughing good-naturedly. “You wrestle guys in your weight class. Well, you wrestle one guy in your weight class. When we have a dual meet, each guy will wrestle the other team’s guy in his weight class. Whoever wins gets points for their team. A tie means you split the points between the teams. Six points for the winning guy’s team. And at the end of the meet, the team with the most points wins. You wrestle one on one, but your results affect the team.”

“So it sounds like it’s an individual sport,” Adam said.

“Sorta. There’s no real teamwork, not like in football, but it’s definitely a team sport.”

“You never wrestle guys in another weight class?” Drew asked.

“Not intentionally,” I said with a grin.

He grinned ruefully in reply.

“But yeah, you do in practice. Last year,” I said, “there was a guy named Bruce who taught me a lot about the sport, and he was in a heavier weight class. It was tough wrestling him, ‘cause he was bigger and stronger than me.”

“I’ll bet,” Adam said.

“But it made me a better wrestler,” I added. “I mean, I had to work hard to beat Bruce, and I didn’t do it that often.”

“That makes sense,” Adam agreed. “It made you sharp.”

“But what did he get out of it?” Drew asked.

“Well,” I said, “because I was smaller than him, I was usually quicker, and he had to react faster. Sometimes, he could simply overpower me, but wrestling is about a lot more than just power. It’s also about leverage and timing.”

“No kidding,” Drew said with a short, sharp laugh.

“So I could take down a bigger guy with good leverage and quick reflexes,” I added with a friendly grin.

“Really?” Adam asked skeptically.

“I’d bet he could, Dad,” Drew interjected.

“If I got lucky,” I said.

“Are you boys done talking about how macho you are?” Melissa asked from across the table. “Because if you are, I’ve got a little bit of red velvet cake left. Who wants a piece?”

We all did, so she, Kendall, and Erin went inside to fetch the remainder of the cake. Adam, Drew, and I talked about how football was different from wrestling, and how it was the same.

“Actually,” I said as the women returned with the cake, “a lot of guys on my school’s football team come out for wrestling.”

“They do?” Drew asked.

Kendall set a plate of cake in front of me and I smiled gratefully. Then she sat next to me and discreetly put her hand on my thigh.

“Yeah,” I said, slicing off a large bite of cake with my fork. I noticed with a grin that the three men had fairly large pieces, while the women had smaller ones.

“When I was in school,” Adam said, “we didn’t even have a wrestling team. But I think I’d’ve gone out for it if we had, just to stay in shape over the winter.”

“That’s why a lot of guys do it,” I added. Then I grinned shamelessly. “Some of ‘em think we’re fags or something, because we roll around on a mat with other guys. But after the first week of practice, I don’t think anybody thinks we’re soft.”

“Is it that tough?” Drew asked.

I swallowed another bite of cake and nodded emphatically.

“It can’t be tougher than three-a-days,” Drew said skeptically.

“I dunno,” I said with a shrug. “I’ve never done three-a-days. But I know most of the football players quit after the first week. And they survived three-a-days...”

His look said he clearly didn’t believe me.

“Wrestling is hard, man,” I said. “I use muscles I never knew I had.”

“Like which ones?” Adam asked.

“My neck. You’ve got to bridge to keep your shoulders off the mat.”

He nodded.

“And my hands,” I said. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve gotta have strong hands in football, but if I lose my grip on the other guy, he’s going to escape. Or worse, he’ll reverse and maybe pin me. I actually work out my hands with gripper springs.”

“Really?” Adam asked.

“Shake his hand, Dad,” Drew suggested with a smirk.

Adam held out his hand and I obligingly gripped it. When he squeezed, I squeezed in reply. He tightened his grip and so did I. Eventually, we were both turning red and holding our breath. His grip was like an iron band, but I wasn’t about to let up. Finally, by unspoken mutual consent, we both relaxed.

“Damn, son!” Adam gasped as he rubbed his hand.

I rubbed mine as well.

“Adam,” Melissa chided gently.

“Hon, the kid’s strong.”

“That’s still no reason to swear,” she said. “But I guess boys will be boys.”

Adam, Drew, and I shared a conspiratorial grin.

“Okay, ladies,” Melissa said, “let’s get these plates cleaned up and then we can go relax with our macho men down by the lake.”

At the lake, Adam and Melissa dragged their lounge chairs over by my parents. Drew and Erin swam out to the raft with Kendall and me, but they didn’t stay long. After about thirty minutes, Drew asked Erin if she wanted to go for a walk. Kendall and I grinned at her enthusiastic reply.

Once they were gone, the two of us basked in the sun for a while. But it was a hot day, and after an hour or so, we returned to the water to cool off. Dennis and Elaine Raeford were just coming down the hill, so we swam over to the shore near them. Compared to the cold water, the brick of the coping felt nice as Kendall and I rested our arms on their warmth and kicked our feet out behind us.

“Hi,” Elaine called as we approached.

“Did you all have a late lunch?” Kendall asked.

“Nap time,” Elaine replied. “These two are bugaboos if they don’t get their naps.”

“Do you want some help with them?” Kendall asked.

“Sure.”

While Kendall helped with Boo, Dennis slipped two orange “floaties” on Linette. Elaine explained that Linette could swim, but still wanted the security the two arm floats provided. Kendall waded back into the water holding Boo and a Styrofoam lifesaving ring with a cloth seat in the middle. She carefully lowered the toddler into it. With his feet through the holes in the seat, he could kick himself around and splash, but there was no way he could turn over or slip out.

As Dennis followed a dog-paddling Linette across the lake, Kendall swam backward with Boo in tow, both of them laughing playfully. Instead of joining them, I grabbed our towels from the lounger where we’d left them and gallantly picked up Elaine’s large straw bag. Then we headed around the edge of the lake toward the shallow end.

Once there, I helped her lay out a blanket and then I spread our towels next to it. When they reached the shallow end, Dennis and Kendall stayed in the water, playing with Linette and Boo. Soon, a lot of the other children were in the water and playing as well. Kendall motioned for me to join them, which I did.

One of the other dads, a guy named Lon, joined us. For the next hour, Dennis, Lon, and I played with the laughing, screaming children. We swung them around. We let them climb on us. We tossed them toward the deep end. In other words, we had a lot of fun. Kendall’s eyes shone in adoration as she watched me. When Dennis and Lon finally called it quits, exhausted, we left the kids to play by themselves, under the watchful eyes of several sets of parents, of course.

Kendall and I spent the rest of the afternoon with Dennis and Elaine. They were a really cool couple. Elaine did most of the talking, which seemed to suit Dennis just fine. Kendall and I told them about ourselves and Elaine told us about them.

Elaine had moved from Indiana to go to school at the University of Georgia. Dennis was from Athens, Georgia, so he went to the hometown school. They started dating when they were freshmen. Then Dennis had dropped out of school (flunked out, he corrected Elaine with a grin) and gone to work. All through high school, he had worked as a brick mason, so he got a job with his old company. While Dennis worked and she went to school, they kept dating.