She saw the bus pull up in front and she stood up. She checked herself in the big mirror above the door and she liked what she saw. Marriage hadn't hurt her good looks any. If anything, marriage had matured her fine body even more.

Randy was the only one who got off the bus. She recognized him immediately although he had changed considerably. The Marine uniform made him look taller, prouder, and there was a row of ribbons across his chest.

She couldn't control herself to make the dignified walk out to greet him. Instead she ran to him and hugged him as hard as she could.

"Hold on," he laughed. "You're making all of these people jealous."

"I don't care," she said. "I'm so glad to see you. You look so good I could eat you."

"Well maybe that could be arranged," he said softly.

She laughed and punched him in the arm. They had always made jokes about sex but there had never been anything between them. She realized, as they walked to the car, that she might have to be a little more careful with her jokes.

They were not children playing any more. There was a new confidence to Randy's walk and there was a worldly look in his eyes. She saw him casually study most of the women in the bus station and on the sidewalks, and she saw some of the women give him a cautious glance.

She couldn't blame them. He was good looking enough to almost make her forget that they were cousins and that she was a married woman.

"Hey," he said. "This is a nice little car."

"Yes," Judy replied. "It's a foreign thing that I bought when I was working. I love it."

He got into the seat and she went around to the driver's side. She was aware that her short dress had ridden up and that his eyes were brushing over her exposed thighs. She pulled down her skirt.