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It was Saturday night in Pittsburgh.  The days were hot but the nights were still cool so there was no need yet for air conditioning.  The young husband was about to make love to his young wife when she said, “Who was that woman you said hello to?”

“When?”

“At karaoke.  When I came back from the ladies room.”

“Oh, Jackie Fuller.”  The young husband slide off his wife’s body.

The bedroom was dark except for the dim silvery glow of moonlight.

“What’s wrong?” the wife said.

“Nothing.”

They rested side by side in silence.

The wife said, “So that was Jackie Fuller.”

“She came in to pick up her take out.”

“She’s quite a specimen.”

He said, “And she let’s everybody know it.”

“Does she always dress like that?”

“Ever since I’ve known her,” he said.

“Makes me wonder why you didn’t marry her.”

“Hon,” he said.  “Please.”

“How long did you two date?”

“Long enough for me to realize she’s just a party girl.  I didn’t want a party girl.  I wanted a wife.  I wanted you.”

For several moments the young couple rested side by side.  Then the wife covered his body with hers.

She said, “I want to try it.”

“Try what?”

“You know.”

“Oh,” he said.

He closed his eyes.  After several moments, to his surprise he saw Jackie Fuller’s face…

Then his wife said, “I guess I’m not very good at it.”

The husband kept his eyes closed.  Eventually, the husband saw his wife’s loving face.  Several moments later the young wife laughed.  She said, “I guess I’m getting better at it.”

He said, “Can’t you tell?  Now just don’t stop.”

“For you, sweetheart, anything.”

For several moments she could not talk.  She did not want to talk.  She was happy not to be able to talk.  Finally, with a satisfied sigh she asked, “Did I do okay?”

“Honey, couldn’t you tell?  Come here.”

Girls Gone Wild

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