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“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim light, their kisses punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it fall to the hardwood floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body: it was thin and her skin was taut but for a couple of fine wrinkles on her flat stomach. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her right breast. Summer had been right: her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minutes as their hands roamed over fresh flesh. But soon Bobby’s lips had moved to other places. He kissed her neck and licked her ears and sucked the peace sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a screechy moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his first look at her pussy. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said.

“I want to please you,” he said.

“You already have.”

Bobby kissed both of her thighs, back and forth, inching toward her glinty gash. She was hissing and squirming with anticipation, and when he finally buried his face into her she squealed with delight.

“Oh my God,” she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve endings were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilize her crotch as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a little but still her cunt was a moving target.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

“You want me to stop?”

“God, no!”

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her cocked member. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in rhythm with his. For several minutes they worked together, her crotch pushed against his face, him sucking her clit, his tongue tasting her tang and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to fuck. He gave her one last major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella before he moved up so her saturated pussy lips were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid eyes.

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said softly.

“Believe it.”

“You’re very handsome. I’m thirty years older…”

“I still think you’re hot.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched sink and felt her warm wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscles. He’d push his entire length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually, he picked up the pace and Ella went with him, they’d go a little faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in tune like a classical duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto! And they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a runaway train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His hands were on her butt cheeks and his fingers inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her holes at once.

Hippie-fucking is good, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free love and peace and all that shit. He closed his eyes and slammed her as hard and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious shimmy shakes beneath him as he banged away. He felt her hot juices surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison riot, his sperm fighting to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsing stream and he felt a sting in his cock as he came; his little prisoners were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With repeated sensual trembles he uploaded his seed into her until finally, he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

“Whew,” he said in a rasp, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Whew is right,” Ella said. She turned on her side and nestled up.

They held each other in silence for many minutes. They listened to their breath and felt the gentle heaves of their chests. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a steady rain tickling the windowpane.

They finally spoke when the ceiling fan started turning above them and a light clicked on in the hall.

“Ah, we have power,” Ella said. “Good timing. I’m going to run and put your clothes in the dryer. Don’t go away.” She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked hippie ass as she walked out the bedroom door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her hands full. She carried two glasses and a small jar.

“Energy drinks,” Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody Mary. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their drinks. Well, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty sure his limp dick moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the glass on the table on his side of the bed. Ella took another drink from hers and did the same.

“What’s in the jar?” Bobby asked.

“Coconut oil,” she said coyly.

“Oh.”

“You know what that’s for?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not for Pina Coladas.”

Ella leaned closer and said, “See, I knew you were pretty clever,” and kissed him.

The kiss quickly escalated and in no time their tongues were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby’s dick moved all right, growing like Pinocchio’s nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn’t keep her hand off of it. She couldn’t keep her mouth off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one hand and took his cock into her mouth. Ella was a loud cocksucker but it was a turn-on for Bobby as inch-by-inch she took it in. Soon he felt her lips kissing her fingertips on his balls as he gently fucked her face.

For several minutes, she sucked him and she felt his scrotum tighten. She came up for air and lay back down beside him and they kissed. Instinctively Bobby rolled on top and entered her and again felt the wet warm walls of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a quick minute, they were in a fucking race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, long strokes, the head of Bobby’s dick aiming for the end of Ella’s tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moans or groans or talk, just the squeak of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

“I’m close,” Ella said, stopping.

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coconut oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her hand and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingers into her asshole. Then she sloshed more oil over Bobby’s extended pole.

“There,” she said. “Put it in my ass.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her cheeks with her fingers and her asshole was open for him.

Bobby put the head of his dick right up to her open hole and pushed. Ella took a deep breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his cock into her.

“Ooh, that feels big,” she said.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes, you?”

“That’s nice and tight,” he said.

“Good. Now fuck me.” She put her fingers on her soggy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a tight but smooth glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how sublime the pressure felt around his cock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the depths of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more ways than one. He drilled her with a passion, willing his semen up for another ride out into the wild blue yonder. He knew he wouldn’t last long at the rate he was going so after a couple of minutes, he slowed his pace.

“Don’t stop!” Ella wheezed. “Keep it up.”

So he did and within five or six more strokes his river was rising. With a loud groan and a volcanic quaver, his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple times into the deepest reaches of Ella’s rectum. Even after he’d shot his last drop, he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an effort to coax her unleashing.

After a bit, Bobby pulled his cock out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her crotch and his mouth on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the back of his head. She shoved her clit deep into his mouth with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his cock: forcefully. He felt the pressure of her athletic groin on his face and inhaled the funky taste and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn’t take much longer. Ella started shaking like a train that had jumped the track. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘Oh Fuck!’ as she climaxed. Bobby’s lips stayed latched onto her puffed pudendum until she rested.

“God, I needed that!” Ella said. Then they lay together for some time.

----

The day was getting late by the time they dragged themselves out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his clothes were clean, dry and neatly folded on the toilet seat when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

“Thank you, Bobby. And not just for doing the work outside, either. I didn’t expect that the day would go the way it did. But I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

“I’m not either,” he said. “It was an unexpected pleasure. And you are a sexual dynamo.”

“Oh, please,” she said.

“I was serious about fixing your fence next week. Even before…”

“Bobby, you don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I’d like to. If you don’t mind.”

“Well, that’s very nice. But no more falling in the mud. That trick only works once around here.”

“Okay, I promise. I’ll have to think of something else,” he said with a smile. He kissed her and took one final taste of her and their tongues said a slow goodbye.

----

The next few days were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella’s. The fence job would be easy, maybe an hour and a half of work, and he’d get a lunch and maybe get laid again.

He picked up the fencing materials and nails on Friday. Saturday was a clear, sunny day so there would be no chance of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a storm. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to work. He’d only been there for a few minutes before Ella noticed. A window opened and she called to him. She asked him to come inside for a minute.

He went in the back door and Ella was standing in the entryway to the living room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair was up on top of her head.

“There’s been a little change of plan,” Ella said. “I won’t be able to have you for lunch.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Bobby said, trying not to sound disappointed.

“I’m sorry, but Summer’s coming over a little later. She’s taking me to lunch.”

“No problem, I understand.”

“It’s my birthday. She always takes me to lunch for my birthday. It just didn’t dawn on me last week.”

“Happy Birthday,” Bobby said. “I wish I’d known. I would have brought you a gift.”

“You did,” she said.

She took a step closer. She reached between his legs and took his cock in her hand. She kissed him, and her tongue did a momentary slither in his mouth.

“And since I can’t have you for lunch,” she added, unbuckling his belt. “I want to have you for breakfast. And we don’t have a lot of time.”

She pulled him a couple steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pants. His cock was already at full attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in less than thirty minutes. She sucked him to completion and a week’s worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his face into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He’d been going at it for a couple of minutes before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

“Yes,” Ella said. “I’m ready already.” She was already fingering herself.

He turned her over. Her butt was slick, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couple more minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

“Happy Birthday,” Bobby said as he pulled out.

Ella turned to him and said, “Thank you. A great way to start the day. But you’ll have to excuse me. I need to shower and get ready.” She kissed him, picked up her robe and left the room. As she walked away, Bobby could see speckles of his twenty-six-year-old cum on her twenty-eight-year-old hippie butt.

----

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the trunk of his car when Summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a little awkward and didn’t know whether to kiss her or not in front of her mother’s house, so he didn’t even try. She didn’t try either.

“Hi, Bobby,” she said.

“Hi, Doc,” he said.

“Now stop that,” she said. “Or maybe I should call you Doc.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The gutters, the fence, and Mom said you got her backdoor working again. I didn’t even know it was stuck.”

Bobby didn’t know if that was a joke or what Ella may have told her but he was officially speechless.

“Anyway, thanks again for helping Mom out,” she continued. “We really appreciate it. Now we’re going to lunch to celebrate her birthday.”

“Have fun. And don’t drink too many Mimosas!” Bobby said.

“You mean Bloody Marys,” Summer said with a wink. She turned and walked into the house.

----

Things started to get weird after that. The next Thursday would have been Bobby’s night to see Summer but he couldn’t get hold of her. When he finally did reach her a few days later, she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take care of, in the yard, on the roof, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn’t think it was a good idea. Too close for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently, Ella didn’t know—or didn’t want to know—Bobby had been Summer’s steady bedmate and Summer didn’t want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few months with amazement. He had had a wild weekend with a young hot dancer named Bree. Then he’d had a number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, Doctor Summer. And finally a couple of wild romps of hippie sex with Grandma. Sexually, it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an email to Bree in an effort to catch up, but they hadn’t been in touch for a while and doubted he would hear back. Out of sight, out of mind, you know how that goes.

----

Bobby went to work every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his mind, it wasn’t that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real future with Summer; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate; it would never have happened if he hadn’t fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the storm and ended up wearing her robe. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four months later when out of the blue on a Thursday evening, Bobby received a call from Summer. When he saw her name displayed on his phone he froze for a second. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn’t.

“Hello, Summer?” he said tentatively.

“Yes, Bobby. How are you?”

“I’m okay, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” she said, and launched right into the purpose of her call. “Look, Bobby, I know it has been a while and I hope you don’t mind my calling but I thought you should know. It concerns Bree.”

“Bree? Is something wrong? Is she all right?”

“Oh, she’s fine,” Summer said with a chuckle. “She’s doing well. She is here in town. She’s an artist-in-residence for her old dance instructor. They’re putting on a song and dance revue for high school and college students.”

“She doesn’t live in New York anymore?” he asked.

“Yes, she still lives in New York. She’s been commuting back and forth and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the production. She’ll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busy, she’s been putting in sixteen-hour days. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to call you in case you would want to know.”

“Yes, thank you. I’m glad you did.”

“The final performances are this weekend: Tomorrow night, Saturday night and a Sunday matinee.” She went on to tell him the theater and show times.

“I’d love to see her,” Bobby said. “Do you think she’d mind if I came Saturday night?”

“Oh, I think she would be fine with that. I’ll let her know and will ask her to leave you a ticket at the box office.”

----

Bobby was walking on air for two days. On Saturday evening, he got to the theater plenty early. He’d made sure he dressed and looked and smelled good. He picked up his ticket and there was a brief note paper-clipped to it. It read: ‘Hi Bobby, So glad you could come! Meet me at the foot of the stage right after the show. Bree’.

It was a great seat. Center section, third row, on the aisle. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree’s name in a few different places: artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several different numbers. The show was an olio of song and dance numbers from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was particularly impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘Cabaret’ and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the house down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the show, the lights went up and the audience streamed toward the rear exits but Bobby had a short walk to the stage. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

“Hi, Bobby!” she squealed, and leapt into his arms. She gave him a big hug and Bobby put his arms around her and hugged her too. It felt so good. “Thank you for coming. It’s so nice to see you.”

“God, Bree, you were great! What a wonderful show and I didn’t know you could sing like that!”

“Oh, thank you, so glad you liked it. We worked hard on it.”

“It shows.”

“Want to go get a drink or something?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

“Great. Meet me around back at the stage entrance. Give me about fifteen minutes, okay? I need to change and get cleaned up. See ya.” She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared backstage.

----

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver’s door when Bree emerged from the back of the theater. She was a beautiful sight for his sore eyes. She wore the same tight jeans and red sweater she’d worn on the night they’d met. The pancake had been washed from her face and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a small neighborhood bar a few blocks from the theater and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested food but Bree said she was too wound up to eat.

“God, it’s good to see you,” Bobby said.

“It’s good to see you too,” Bree said. “Thank you for coming tonight. It means so much.”

They talked and tried to catch up. Bree told Bobby how sorry she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the show. She told him how she’d become involved with the production.

“My old dance teacher is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater Arts and Dance Department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We’ve kept in touch over the years. Anyway, a few months ago, she asked if I could help her put the show together, perform and coach and mentor the cast. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am.”

“The show was great. And you look great. And God, I knew you could dance but had no idea you could sing like that. You are amazing!”

“Thank you,” she said. “We were pretty happy with the result.” She reached over and touched Bobby’s hand. “It’s so good to see you. I’m glad Mom called you. I wanted to but I kept putting it off. I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“That you wouldn’t want to see me.”

“Not a chance,” Bobby said. “Once she called I couldn’t wait for tonight.” He took her hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

“I’ll be right back,” Bree said, and she rose to go to the restroom. Bobby ordered another pitcher of beer.

Bree returned, sat down and took a swig of beer.

“I heard you had a fling with my mother,” she said and took another swig.

“Yes, I took your advice. It seemed to happen kind of naturally. I’m sorry, but...”

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay. I put you up to it and I knew you’d go for it. I knew she needed to get laid, and I figured you may as well be the lucky guy. But I never figured you’d go to bed with my grandmother!”

This surprised him. “Oh, now that, uh, that was an accident. I had cleaned her gutters and my clothes were filthy and a really bad storm came and then…”

“It’s okay, Bobby, it’s okay. She must have needed it too.” After a short pause she added, “Maybe you’ve found your true calling.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“Gigolo.”

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so hard that beer came out of his nose. Bree laughed too and raised her mug and they toasted.

“Think about it,” she said. “You’re only man on Earth who’s done all three of us.”

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

“And you know, Bobby, you may not realize it, but you’ve had a very profound effect on my mom and grandmother.”

“Who, me? How so?”

“Not long before the night we all met, my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she’d been seeing. We liked meeting you guys and she was attracted to you and she has her needs so it made sense for you two to hook up even if it was only temporary. But you really made her feel good about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘Doctor’ and encouraged her to back to school. And now that’s what she’s doing.”

“Really? That’s great.”

“Yes, and she credits you for helping her to get there. Not long after that party, she met a man and they’ve become pretty serious about each other. He’s an ophthalmologist who came to work in her clinic for three weeks while her boss was on vacation. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she’s taking classes, and making plans to join his practice as an optometrist.

“And my grandmother was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear friend, a man she’d been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a major funk and couldn’t get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food stores, who had been asking her out for months but she’d been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her feel sexy and desirable again and she got up the courage to call Moe and see if his invitation was still good. It was and now they’re talking about moving in together.”

“Wow, that’s great. I’m very happy for her. And Summer too.”

Bree took another drink of beer and took a deep breath.

“Which brings me to this: Now I’ve come to a crossroad in my life and I’m not sure what to do.”

Bobby squeezed her hand. “What is it?”

“Thank you for listening. It feels good to talk about it. A few weeks ago, I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to keep it, find a new roommate in a city full of lunatics, or try to find another place, which is no easy task. All the while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

“Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would assist in all the productions, recitals, auditions, as well as any other chores they have for me. But I would work on choreography and be involved in the creative process which I love, and mentor the students if they need individual help. The job wouldn’t pay a whole lot, but would be livable, and one of the perks is I could take three course credits for free every semester and in both summer sessions to work toward a degree. But I’d have to find a place to live, get a car, and uproot my life from what it’s been the last few years.

“So, do I keep slogging away in New York, scuffling for work, pursuing my dream? Or do I move back, take a job I know I would enjoy and be good at, but play it safe?”

“You could look at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The free classes are a great bonus. And if you would need to make extra money, I know I could book us a few gigs a week as a duo; with your looks and your voice, we’d be golden. But the main point is this: You’ve gained incredible experience the last few years. And that experience could actually have a priceless effect on the students you come in contact with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course!”

“That’s what my teacher said.”

“She’s right. I’d bet few, if any people in that department have had the experience you have. All the auditions, the casting calls, and the performances you’ve done. That could be invaluable to younger students.”

The second pitcher was almost empty. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their mugs. Each mug had about two mouthfuls in it.

“Are you busy tomorrow night?” Bree asked.

“I just cleared my slate,” Bobby said.

“Tomorrow’s matinee is our final performance. Afterwards, we have a cast party which I must attend for an hour or so. After that, I’m going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my grandmother and Moe. It’s Gerry’s treat. Would you come with me?”

Bobby hesitated. “You don’t think that might be a little awkward?”

“No, not at all. Please come, I don’t want to be a fifth wheel. The women all agree it is a good idea. And the men both said they’d love to meet you. And don’t worry, neither one of them knows that you got there first.”

Bobby blushed and Bree grinned. “Okay,” he said.

“Great,” she said. “And you know where we’re going? The seafood place you took me to.”

“Flounder Fred’s!”

“That’s right. And after dinner and the old folks leave, we can have a little time to ourselves.”

Bobby drove Bree to Summer’s house. They had a nice kiss in his car and he waited until she was in the house and flashed the porch light before he drove off.

----

Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived early and waited in the lobby. At about five minutes till seven, the older folks arrived. Summer looked fine as ever in a red dress and with longer hair, now several inches down her back. Ella was slim and vibrant in a tight black top and baggy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprised when Summer and Ella both hugged him without hesitation, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easy, often focused on Bree’s production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few years older than Summer, and had a pretty good sense of humor. And Moe was a real piece of work, big and bold, funny as hell and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella’s.

After dinner, they all said their goodbyes in the lobby. By this time, the place had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could nurse and extend the evening. At first, they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree’s dilemma. A decision would have to be made soon.

“When are you going back to New York? How long will you be in town?” Bobby asked. By this time, they were holding hands.

“A few days,” she said. “There’s no rush. I have some days off from the day job and no gigs lined up. I’ve been concentrating on the work here for the last few weeks, commuting back and forth a lot. Now that it’s over it’s kind of a letdown, like now what? You know what I mean?”

“I think so,” Bobby said softly. Their eyes were locked and all four were glistening.

Bobby reached into his pocket and took out a room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table. He’d reserved a room hoping for the best.

Bree’s eyes became leaky saucers. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table next to the other one. Her smile widened but her tears increased.

Bobby grinned and took her other hand in his and squeezed both and felt her squeezing him back.

“Well, well,” he said. “It’s true. Great minds think alike!”

Fortunately, they were able to shift one of the reservations to the following night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back home was the right thing to do.