Dear Penthouse Forum . . .

Barbara had arranged with her parents for Joanne to mind their apartment while they enjoyed their vacation, and Joanne and I enjoyed some time away from her parents. This, at last, was my chance; and although I was pretty fuzzy on the logistics of such an undertaking, every day I’d map out a new strategy, and every evening we’d end up on the couch . . . kissing.
     And every night I’d hobble home to my warm little bed and my overheated imagination and regale myself with a series of increasingly fantastic escapades of what could’ve been.
     And start making plans for tomorrow.