Not Your Average JoeChapter 18 Sunday Morning and a Change of Attitude
We received some mighty strange looks as we entered the kitchen, Paula on my arm, to have breakfast. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you agreed to go with him,” Marylyn said. “I suppose not, and I couldn’t be happier with my decision,” Paula claimed. “So we heard. Was he really as good as you were letting on?” Marylyn asked. “No, actually I had to tone down my excitement quite a bit, because he was, by far, the best lover I’ve ever had,” Paula admitted. “Oh, I’ll bet you say that to all...