Heteroflexible Part II
“They’re gonna do it,” our daughter told her little brothers when they left. Giggling, I breathed a sigh of relief, because that’s all she guessed… We sent them off to spend the night with their grandparents, my wife’s folks picked them up, so we could have the house to ourselves, but not be alone. “Okay,” my wife said, “They’re gone,” and hung up the phone. Of course, I was nervous, and excited at the same time, but he must’ve been waiting around the block, because no sooner had the inlaws driven off with the kids than a car pulled up right out front. We met him, well. Okay, we got his number out of the back of a magazine. POP! My wife opened a bottle of champagne, which startled me, and made me jump. My …