But in the fall even though it's warm enough for my wife to wear her short jean skirt the water is to cold for tubing. I was setting with my back to t...e handrail facing the rest of the deck and looking into the restaurant. My wife was setting slightly off to my left and the way she was setting offered up a good view of her crossed legs to the guest inside. After a few drinks I begain to feel naughty and I asked my wife if she was showing her pussy to that single guy nursing his rum and coke?. I hesitated, then slipped my hand into his arm. He led me to the food and made small talk with the servers as we walked along the long table with our plates. I could barely concentrate on holding my plate steady and didn’t contribute other than small smiles and nods. His voice echoed in my head: I’m glad you’re here. I kept telling myself he was just being nice, but my stomach was fluttering. I stole glances at him out of the corner of my eye, watching his easy smile, his strong hands holding. Back in the early eighties, my mom was married to a guy named Steve Miller. People would always remark how much mom looked like the actress, Meg Ryan, especially in her movies, ‘Top Gun, ‘IQ,’ ‘City of Angels,’ but especially, ‘You’ve got Mail.’”“Hey, now that you mention it, she does look a lot like Meg Ryan, they could be twin sisters. I love her pixie cut blonde hair,” Abby agreed. “And your dad is the twin of Tom Hanks? You’ve got your own celebrity couple as real parents.”“I remember when. I also said that I loved the drawing I took as payment." Would you be willing to do it again?" he asked."You didn't have to buy me dinner to ask that," I said smiling. "Sure why not, it was fun and like I said harmless." Would you be willing to model for me. I would like to do my version of the Mona Lisa with you playing Mona," he admitted."Is your Mona going to be nude?" I asked."Most likely yes," he admitted."Good," I said with a smile."Would you be willing to start after dinner?" he.