Leaning over, a good lovely look on his face, telling us this shortly after visiting Celia and Gene for his first look at the new babies, Willy said, “Christ, seeing her nurse those twins really did it to me. The first time I ever saw anyone nurse, it was twins. I was settling a route dispute in this guy’s house, having a beer in the kitchen, and the guy’s wife came in, sat down, lifted out her breasts, and started nursing two babies just like that. My God, I wanted to knock them off and plunge in there myself. Seeing Celia do the same thing was just a bit too much. Beautiful women should know better.”
About a week before Celia called, saying, “Well, we did it. I finally feel like a woman again . . .”
We laughed. Right after that, Willy left to visit his girl and Gerri called and told Celia the story. Celia laughed and said, “Yes, but did he like the babies?” Gerri laughed and said, “He didn’t say, but doesn’t that turn you on? How long has it been? It’s been more than three months now, hasn’t it? Hasn’t Gene complained?” “Oh, no,” Celia answered. “You know Gene.”
Then, three days later, Celia called, using merrily those special sister to sister tones, not talking about her babies, saying this to Gerri: “My God, Ger, the dream I had! I don’t believe it! Promise you won’t tell? Ever? It’s about Willy. Yes! Remember what you told me? God! Yes! We were all sitting at the table, you, me, Phil, Gene. I was feeding the twins, watching you guys play bridge, and Willy was under the table. Yes! No! No one knew. And all I had on was a housecoat! No! Nothing else! And he started kissing my legs! Yes! No! Yes, I did like it, but I couldn’t keep my face still! I was scared to death Gene would look up and see my face and Willy kept kissing higher and higher . . . it was simply . . . no . . . ha ha ha . . .”