Last October, when my wife and I were trying to decide what to do for Halloween, I told her that my college town had a reputation for having some wild Halloween parties, and that there were usually a lot of parties on the Saturday before Halloween.

“How wild do they get?” she asked.

“Wild,” I replied.

This brought a smile to her face and twinkle in her eye. “Can a 30-year-old lady still have fun there?” she asked.

I told her that with her trim five-foot-ten body and huge breasts, she would have a wonderful time.

She smiled at me and said, “A party would be fun. I’m sure I can think of a costume or two to wear.”

The plan was to leave that Saturday afternoon and drive the 100 miles to the college. Joanna and I would wear... Read More