(The guy he was with told me I was not only cute, but hot. Very hot. Nice, huh? I wonder who that crazy man was?)
Up popped Milam and it was like no time at all had passed. We went to the “Second Half of Life” class together and tried to behave (only minor pinching and punching each other and snorting and giggling, honest.) Various people spoke up including both of us, and I was very funny, and my sense of timing was superb! Good for me! I have no idea what I said. There were no handouts and no teaching and I learned nothing. There were at least forty people there.
Milam and I hit the men’s room in side by side stalls. I sighed, “That felt good; was it good for you too?” Much snorting and laughter ensued.
Off to the next class “Bookends—Elders and Youth.” Ditto. Lots of people, no hando
