Once again, the world changes....
"NO, I'm not coming in. You're practically naked in there, with your little bits of silk and satin."
"Am I interrupting? I can go."
"Come cuddle with me. I'll brush your hair."
Not a generation gap, but a gorge of massive proportions. Pat and I on one side, the youngsters on the other.
"No, the next time I want to hear that song is NEVER."
"You guys are crazy! Stairway To Heaven ROCKS!"
I eye Dan speculatively. "Am I being propositioned?"
"I think so. And not badly, until the "desparate times, desparate measures" part. That kinda spoiled it."
"Cybbie, I think we should be lovers."
"Okay. Who with?"
"Each other! Silly."
"I think of my body as a mango. Ripe, lush, juicy. And nobody expects or wants a skinny mango."
"Yeah. They're supposed to be curvy."
"And what fruit are you?"
"I'm a strawberry."
Oh, yes. Dipped in cream.
Still, she slept in the guest bed. This time.