Let’s do This!
I discover cushions on our little “Love Seat” were removable. When placed on the stage, they provide padding. Now we can lay side by side, concealed by curtains.
I spring it on Allie when we’re back from break. Being on stage is also warmer than the alcove where winter keeps invading our serenity. “Ta-Da! No more gyrating! New spot!”
“This is great! How’d you figure this out?”
“We had such fun at my place, no twisting and turning. The cushions on our home sofa come off, but this is even better ’cause the bottom and back cushions are connected.”
We’re bathed in crimson ‘Exit’ lights behind the stage. Smoothing her dress, she lays down, stretching those long wonderful legs til they reach Asia. Beside each other, we discuss Christmas presents. I feign interest in her clothes unless she says something is ‘short.’ Doug got car seat cushions and some new 8-track tapes.
Of course, we can’t keep our hands off each other; soon we’ve unlocked the world away.
“What are you doing Saturday, ‘Pudding Lips’?”
“Waiting lonely for my Lover Boy to call.”
“We’re going to Pizza Hut on a double date with my Neighbor Steve and his girl.”
She’s ecstatic. “That’ll be wonderful. What should I wear?”
Oh God, here we go. Maybe I can stop this dissertation before it gets rolling. “I’d say a see-through blouse, mini skirt, and 3 inch heels.”
She feigns disgust, eyes rolling. “Why do I even bother talking to a boy about ANYTHING?”
Oooo, I have a comeback. “We don’t have to talk. Lay back.”
Music, Maestro!