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Fun in the garden.
"That was spectacular!" Nicole exclaimed after she had returned to normal. "Can it possibly keep getting better?"
Nick was grinning like a Cheshire cat knowing he was the one who caused her to feel this way. "It will if we keep working at it."
Suddenly, Nicole frowned. "But I didn't really do anything but lay there."
"That was more than enough. You indulged me to do things I wanted to do and that I thought you might enjoy."
"I absolutely did."
"We'll just have to be as inventive the next time."
"I'm glad to you still want there to be a next time."
"Give me twenty or thirty minutes and it can be the next time!"
"Not this old lady. I'm not sure I can handle that much pleasure in one night. Besides, I'm hungry. We've got to get some dinner on the table."
"I'll take care of that."
"How does a pizza from Angelo's sound?"
"It sounds great. But I don't really feel like getting dressed."
"I don't want you to. I want you to stay just as you are. If you'll call and order it, I'll go get it."
"You're going to drive all the way to Angelo's?"
"For you, I'd go further!"
Nicole smiled and was tickled. "You might want to dress first."
"You really think that's necessary?"
"I don't want some other old lady to see what I have and try to steal you away!"
"You're funny! And stop calling yourself old."
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He was waiting in the crowded lobby of Angelo's Pizza because his order was not ready when he arrived. Hearing his name, he glanced around and saw her. Since the first time he'd met her he'd always thought she was very beautiful; slim, but not skinny, very shapely legs, and smallish breasts that somehow worked very well on her. There was something else about her that attracted him, but he wasn't sure what. She was in one of his classes this semester and had been last session. He had considered asking her out, but was always hesitant. He wasn't sure why. However, now that he was "involved" with an "older woman," it might not be a good idea. "Hi, Andrea."
She walked over to him. "Must be pizza night."
"Just giving my mother a break in the kitchen," he informed her with a smile. "Cooking is not really my specialty."
"Your dad's either?"
"They divorced several months ago," Nick said with a grimace.
"No loss. He was an asshole. Ran off with another woman."
"Sounds like my mother, the bitch. She left me and my dad a while back for another man. I'm giving myself a break from the kitchen."
So, she was in the same boat as he, Nick realized. Another reason he was attracted to her. "If it's not too personal, are they divorced?"
"Yes, thank goodness. Now, it's just me and my dad." There were a few minutes of awkward silence in which Andrea remembered being attracted to Nick, and even considered asking him if he wanted to get coffee some time. But she had never asked a guy out and feared if she did, he might think she was too forward. Now, with this new relationship with her dad, it probably wasn't a good idea to get involved with him. "So, did you understand that assignment Professor Higgins gave out?"
"I talked to him about it this afternoon. Didn't really help. He said that was the point of the exercise; to see how different everyone's explanations would be."
Andrea shrugged. "Well, I guess that's something." They were standing in the lobby where it leads into the bar. "Oh, my god!"
"What?" Nick asked with a frown.
"See that short couple facing each other at the bar?" she gestured with her head. "That's Mrs. Costello. She works at Ford Enterprises. So does my dad. I don't think that's her husband."
"It's not," Nick agreed. "That's Mr. Hardy. He and his wife live in my neighborhood."
"Mr. Hardy?" Andrea repeated, snickering. "Looks like Mrs. Costello has her hand in his pocket playing with Mr. Hardy's hardy! That's a new twist on pocket pool!"
"Yeah," Nick said, chuckling. "Looks like she scored in the side pocket." They saw her stuff napkins in his pants.
"I wonder if he's scored in