Summer In Maine: Part 5. A night out on the town. by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next morning I grabbed breakfast at a local coffee shop and called home. Mom asked how things were going, and I said that they were going better than expected and I’d catch her up when I got back. I didn’t tell her any more than that, but it was the complete truth. I still couldn’t believe that things had gone so well. I looked into some after dinner entertainment four my date with Chrissy on Saturday and realized I didn’t have anything appropriate to wear. I decided to go shopping and find something worthy of a night to remember. I was in town and not far from the hospital from what I could tell so I gave Chrissy a call and asked if she wanted to have lunch again. I walked into the wing where she worked and leaned against the nurse’s station looking up and down each hall to see if I could spot her. A woman behind a short partition looked up hearing me moving around. “Hi. Can I help you?” She asked. “I’m looking for Christa.” I said. “Oh, you must be Pete.” She stood and walked over to the counter holding out her hand. “I’m Joan. She mentioned you’d be by.” “I was hoping to sneak her away for a few minutes for lunch.” I smiled. “It’s going to probably be another fifteen before she’ll be able to. I have to wait for one of the other nurses to come back before I can release her into your care.” She smiled. “Okay well I can just grab a coffee in the cafeteria for a few to keep out of the way. Thanks.” I said and turned to walk down the hallway and saw her in a room through a crack in the door. She was bent over a patient talking to them with a smile on her face. I looked at my watch and headed to the cafeteria to wait. I watched the coming and going of people through the windows for a while when I felt arms wrap around my neck and hands cover my eyes. “Guess who?” She asked. “Bob, is that you? Your hands are so soft.” I replied. She buried her face in my hair and gave me a kiss on the top of the head before pulling my head back against her chest. “Does Bob have these?” She said softly and gave a subtle rub of her chest against my head. “Well, he has put on some weight so yea I’m guessing he does.” She bent down and kissed my cheek. “Come on you clown, I’m hungry.” I stood wrapping my arms around her waist and drew her tight against me giving her a long kiss. “Me too, but I’ll have to settle for food.” Her eyes flashed at me and her grin widened. “For now.” Her cheeks turned pink at the sound of several muffled giggles. “Come on let’s eat before you get me in trouble for sexually harassing a visitor.” “I won’t be the one filing a complaint. In fact, I was just wondering in a place this size how many available beds there might be.” I said, as I walked with her to the line. We settled in at the table and Chrissy attacked the giant salad she had in front of her. “So, no hints, nothing to go on tonight? I’m kind of nervous.” I said. “That’s normal, weren’t you nervous when you interviewed for your job at the fire department?” “No, not really. It was more like signing up for a class than a job interview. He asked me some questions, I asked him a few, and before I knew it he was shaking my hand and welcoming me aboard.” “It’s not going to be like that, I assure you. She’s pretty much your standard 12 year-old girl.” Chrissy just froze, the fork halfway to her mouth and looked at me. “What?” I asked worried. “I just did the math.” She looked around to see who was within earshot. “You’re closer to her age than mine.” She set down her fork and looked out the window for a minute. I reached out and took her hand. “Don’t let it bother you. It sure as hell doesn’t bother me.” She snorted. “You’ll still be in your twenties when I’m forty.” “Don’t worry, I’m a firefighter. I can put the candles out before the house burns down.” I chuckled. Chrissy tried hard to look unamused and failed. “I can imagine the news now. ‘Aging spinster in torr