It is a good idea, she though, turning her attention to the man behind the steering wheel. Her eyes searched the lines of his profile looking for discrepancies, but could find none. I wonder, she thought, how he is to Darleen in bed. "Oh," she said out loud, amazed that she could have had such a lewd thought. Never in her life had she any ideas relating to other people's sex life. It had always been a private thing, not to be discussed or even thought of.

"What was that for," Martin asked her.

"Oh, nothing," she said, "I-I forgot my compact. I remember now, I left it on the dresser." She was embarrassed to talk with him after picturing him in bed with Darleen, but she couldn't get the thought out of her mind. She even wondered how he might be with her, how he might please her. She fought to purge the images from the back of her head, but they persisted, until suddenly, she hiccuped from the embarrassment.

Martin laughed. "How many of those martini's did you drink after we left," he asked. "More than your share I'll bet. Do you feel like continuing?"

Not wanting to spoil the evening for Martin, too, she said, "Of course, I want to go. These silly things will go away. All I have to do is hold my breath…" she took in a lungfull of air, raising her large firm breasts higher, straining against her dress. For nearly a minute she imprisoned the air in her lungs, while her face reddened under her light make-up. "… Like that," she said, exhaling, "and they'll be gone. See! Hiccup!"

They both laughed at her failure to rid herself of the slight discomfort. "Try putting your head between your knees and holding your breath again," Martin said. "That works when nothing else does."

Eager to rid herself of hiccups and equally as eager for some unknown reason to please Martin, she did as he said.