"Yes, it does bug a person to know he's missed all that good stuff," he agreed. "But, we can only try to make up for lost time!"

"Yes, and isn't it fun?" she said, giggling against his sweat-slick chest.

"What was that news you had for me?" he asked, bracing up to look down at her flushed but sweetly contented face.

"Oh! I forgot about that! Well, I was over at the shopping center this afternoon, and I ran into Priscilla Walker. Well, it's Hudgins now, actually. She was my roommate, in college the first two years I was there. Just a dear girl, though I thought she was a little wild then. But if the boys fucked her the way you fucked me just now, I can see why she might have been wild!"

"What's she look like? I don't recall the name."

"I don't know if you ever met her," Jackie said. "She's a good-looking girl; you'd probably remember her if you had. Well, she and her husband just moved here. I think she said he'd been transferred. Anyway, they have an apartment over on Windom Way, in that big new posh complex."

"That'll be nice, if they stay here," Max murmured. "Give you an old friend to reminisce with."

"Yes, it'll really be nice," Jackie said. "And they've invited us over for a swimming party and cook-out Saturday night. Want to go?"

"Sure. Why not? It'll do us good to get out for a while. We've been spending too much time at home lately."

"But darling, it's nice to spend time at home with a sex fiend like you! I'll never get enough of this great stuff."

But Jackie had gotten enough for a short time, at least. She lay beneath Max for a few minutes longer, then got up to prepare a celebration dinner. Max dozed off for a moment, to dream idly of repeating the satisfying performance. On waking, he thought of Priscilla Hudgins, wondering what she and her husband would be like, but quickly dismissed it from his mind.