JC: Ed Biggers Part 6: Doyen Chapter 22 By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 Claire was on the bed with her legs spread apart waiting for either Dan or Ed to slide between them. The black skin of her soft breasts, topped by dark aureole and bullet hard nipples, was very inviting. Both men were still feasting on her breasts unwilling to turn down the invitation. Ed was certain that she had the largest nipples that he had ever seen. Frustrated, she asked, "Won't one of you get busy and fuck me?" "We're too busy to fuck you at the moment. Your breasts need a lot more attention yet," said Dan in a teasing voice. The tense excitement caused by their attention to her very sensitive breast was leaving her frustrated. She needed to be filled to reach an orgasm. She cried, "Fuck me. Will one of you just fuck me already!" "Which one of us?" Ed asked around the nipple in his mouth. "Either one of you! Both of you! I don't care!" Dan and Ed shared a look and a smile. Moving slowly to prolong her agony, Ed positioned his body so that his cock was poised at her lower lips. Moving much quicker, Dan reached over and grabbed a tube of lube. Although she tried to speed up the process, Ed entered her with short slow movements. When he finally got his entire cock inside her, Claire was ready to come. In a surprise move, Ed held onto Claire and rolled over carrying her with him. Suddenly, she was atop him. A wild grin crossed her face as she took control of the act. Her grin turned to a look of pleased surprise when Dan inserted a lube-covered finger into her asshole. She stopped her motions to allow Dan a chance to prepare her for what was going to come. Although she wanted to ride Ed hard and come as quick as possible, she controlled her desire knowing that something even better would reward her patience. It wasn't long before Dan positioned his cock against her asshole. With a low guttural growl, she said, "Stick it in me before I go crazy waiting." Dan loved the full round shape of her ass and rarely missed an opportunity to enjoy it. He pressed his cock against her asshole. For a moment, there was resistance. Claire relaxed and pressed back against him. His cock slipped in with ease. He waited a moment for her to get used to him. She trembled with a barely suppressed desire for them to start hammering into her. From his position below Claire, Ed knew when Dan had buried his cock into her ass. He rocked his hips so that he thrust up into her. Dan pulled his cock almost out at the same time. The men, although it was the first time they had tried this, easily adopted a rhythm that had one thrusting in as the other was pulling out. It took Claire less than fifteen seconds once they had started to come. After five minutes of fast furious fucking, Claire had left earth far behind and was now somewhere in outer space surrounded by blackness broken by bright white stars. A fantasy of hers had come true and she hadn't even had to ask for it. She had no idea that she was screaming like a banshee, the pitch rising and falling in time with their thrusts. All she knew was that she was riding an orgasm that felt like it would never end. The spasms of her muscles were having an effect on the two men. It was Dan who couldn't last and thrust into her savagely as he came. The sudden interruption caused Ed to lose it and he came a few seconds later with a hard thrust up into her. It was too much for Claire. Her eyes rolled up and she collapsed onto Ed -- lying atop him like a limp rag doll. Ed recovered first, but there was little he could do while pinned down under Claire and Dan. Finally, Dan pulled out and dropped to the side. Ed rolled over taking Claire with him. He pulled out and then dropped beside Claire so that she was between Dan and him. Claire, breathing her only movement, lay with her legs spread in an obscene manner with come running out her cunt and ass. Looking at Claire, Ed wondered if she was like Kelly and enjoyed feeding a man's come back to him. The way that Dan swallowed his come earlier suggested that he wasn't a stranger to the taste of it. While Ed was pondering that question, Dan rose on shaky legs and headed to the bathroom. He returned a minute later with three hot towels. Throwing one of the towels to Ed, Dan knelt and started to clean up Claire. She purred at the sensation. While wiping his cock, Ed leaned on one arm looking down at Claire. Her young athletic body was covered with sweat. In the dim light of the bedroom, it gave her skin a soft glow as light reflected from the sweat. Ed said, "She's a spectacular woman." "Yes, she is, isn't she?" Dan finished cleaning her body and picked up the third towel to clean himself. Looking over at Ed, he said, "It feels a little strange to be cleaning her up like this after sex. Usually, she straddles my face and feeds my come back to me." "Ah, I had wondered. Kelly likes to do that. Kelly loved to suck the come out of Beth and then feed it back to me when we had a threesome. They even took turns doing it. Kelly's missed that since Linda usually swallows and Ling is rather indifferent to the activity," said Ed. Eyes closed, Claire stretched and wriggled on the bed enjoying the feel of the smooth sheet beneath her. In a soft voice, she said, "That sounds like fun." Grinning, Ed figured that he was going to be eating a lot of come out of women in the future. Dan said, "I'd never about it." Claire opened her eyes and looked at the clock. It took a moment for her eyes to make out the face of the clock. She asked, "Isn't it time for Marguerite to ride the horse?" Ed glanced at the clock and laughed. He answered, "We've got an hour yet." Puzzled, she looked at the clock again. Her eyesight sharpened and she saw that it was only ten rather than eleven. She purred at the idea of another hour in bed although she really felt like talking and being cuddled. She asked, "Dan, was it okay?" "Was what okay?" "Having sex with Ed," she answered looking over at Dan. She'd really enjoyed watching the two men together and had masturbated herself to orgasm. It wasn't until they had finished that she realized she hadn't paid attention to how Dan was acting. Dan settled down beside her and put his hand on her stomach before rubbing her belly. Although he had decided that he would do it for her pleasure the day he had discovered that the idea of watching two men together excited her, he had dreaded it. The reality was nowhere near as bad as the fantasy his fears had created. He answered, "It was okay. I was happy to give him a little pleasure." Reaching over to Claire, Ed traced a finger around her nipple causing it to harden. He was pleased to hear the truth in Dan's voice. He'd been worried when Dan had approached the blowjob as if he were marching to war. Afterwards, Dan didn't have a problem with Ed returning the favor. Claire trembled under his finger when Dan's hand ventured between her legs. "I'm glad to hear that," said Claire. She sighed in pleasure at what his hand was doing to her and then said, "And I'm glad to feel that." Dan chuckled and traced a path back up her body. As expected, she growled in frustration and then purred when his hand traced a path back down her body. He asked, "Did you enjoy watching?" "Yes, I did," answered Claire shooting a guilty look over at Ed. Swallowing, she said, "I guess I have some pretty kinky ideas." "Really?" asked Ed wondering what could be much kinkier than the things he had already done with Leroy, Kelly, Ling, and Linda. Blushing, she looked at Dan and then back at Ed before she said, "I kind of like seeing men in submissive situations. Like, I've always wanted to do a guy with a dildo." For a long time, Ed didn't say anything expecting her to cover something surprising. She stared at him as if expecting some sort of response. Realizing that was her great confession, he said, "Sorry, I was waiting to hear you say something kinky." Claire laughed and said, "You're too much sometimes." "Speaking of too much. I've got to prepare a little surprise for Marguerite. I'd better get going," said Ed as he climbed out of the bed. He found his clothes where he had taken them off the previous night. Claire and Dan watched him dress from the comfort of her bed. Ed had a feeling that they were going to be late for the great horse riding adventure. Ed stopped by his room to pick up a bag and a rocking horse. Looking out the door of his room to make sure that no one was around, he raced to the back of the house. He slipped out the back door. Walt was by the horse trailer watching the horse inside. Ed said, "Hey Walt. I brought my own horse for Marguerite in case the one in the trailer is too much for her." Walt turned and looked at Ed taking in the rocking horse the cowboy was carrying in one hand. He burst out laughing. Shaking his head, he said, "Marguerite is going to kill you." He put the rocking horse on the ground and stepped back with a pleased look on his face. They had exchanged taunts over the past few days. He teased her that he was going to have to find an arthritic horse in a wheel chair for her to ride. She had turned an old joke of his around and teased that he was going to use this opportunity to poison her with his cooking. The whole household was holding their breaths to see what would develop. The sound of the door opening behind him caught his attention. He turned and found everyone streaming out the door with huge grins on their faces. Eyebrow raised, he waited for the joke knowing that one was surely coming. Once everyone was outside, Marguerite stepped out of the door. She was wearing a hoop dress that billowed out about five feet in every direction. He wasn't even going to speculate where she had found it, but there was no way she was going to be getting on a real horse wearing it. The horse would disappear inside the dress. Waving a riding crop around in the air, she said, "Bring on the horse." Recovering from his surprise, Ed stepped back and pointed to the rocking horse. She stared at it with as much surprise as he had demonstrated upon seeing her outfit. It took her a few seconds to recover, but she managed not to laugh. The rocking horse disappeared under the dress when she sat astride it. She rocked a few times and then said, "My dinner." Ed held out the little bag that he had been carrying with him. With a great flourish, he opened the bag and extracted a piece of beef jerky. Handing it to her, he said, "Your dinner." No one watching was left standing by the time the little drama had finished. Everyone had assumed that Ed would have been unable to recover from her outfit. No one had expected him to be ready with a joke of his own. Kelly recalled earlier jokes that John and Ed had pulled. Happy to see the return of his humor, Kelly said, "I'd have paid money to see that." Ling was laughing so hard that she had collapsed against the side of the house. She had found the outfit for Marguerite in Phoenix and thought it would totally confound Ed. After she scraped herself away from the wall, she went over to Marguerite to help her out of the hoops revealing that she was wearing blue jeans under the outfit. Walt led the horse out of the trailer. Much to Ed's surprise, Marguerite mounted without difficulty. Winking at him, she rode the horse around the yard for a minute. Her riding style didn't reflect the casual ease of a person who road daily, but it was far more fluid than Ed had expected. After passing him, she kicked the horse to a faster pace and immediately found that she was bouncing in the saddle. She pulled up and went around the yard a third time at a slower pace. When Marguerite returned to the trailer, Ed asked, "When did you learn to ride?" "I used to ride when I was a teenager," she replied with a grin. "Figures," Ed replied shaking his head. It amazed him that after knowing her for so many years that there were still new things to learn about her. Suppressing a groan, Marguerite climbed off the horse. She wanted to rub her rear-end, finding that she hadn't settled into the saddle with the same skill as when she was younger. She refrained from making any gesture suggesting she was sore. Bob leaned next to her and whispered, "I'll rub it and make it feel better." She giggled at the suggestion. Aloud, she asked, "So Ed, when will you start cooking?" "Right now," answered Ed pointing to a large grill made out of a fifty-five gallon drum that had been cut in half. Walt had filled it with cactus woods since Ed never used charcoal. Going over to the grill, Ed lit the fire and said, "It'll take a while before we have coals that are good for cooking. That will give everyone else who wants to try a little Cuisine ala Ed have a ride on the horse." "Cuisine ala Ed?" Marguerite asked with a grin. "Sure. What else would you call it." The remainder of the staff took turns riding the horse around the backyard. He led the horse around the yard for those who had no riding experience despite the fact that it was probably the gentlest horse in the state. Even though Kelly disagreed, he even let Betsy ride the horse. She loved it. When everyone had ridden, Ed and Walt put the horse back in the trailer. After a short discussion, Walt drove off to return the horse to the stable. Ed returned to the grill and loaded more wood onto it. Marguerite walked over and watched him take care of the fire. She commented, "Cooking over real wood coals. That's just about a lost art. Most people use charcoal or gas grills now." "Not the same," said Ed while he opened one of three Dutch ovens and examined the contents. The pinto beans were ready for cooking. He put the lid back on the Dutch oven. "You're right," replied Marguerite. She didn't have a chance to check out the contents of the Dutch oven and was curious as to what was in it. Of course, she wouldn't condescend to ask. Ed went through the rest of the food that he was going to cook. Sweet corn still in the husk and potatoes were the easy side dishes. He had the ingredients to make corn bread and cobbler. There was a large stack of steaks in the ice chest. When he was done, he checked the fire again. For the next six hours, he fussed with the fire and cooked the dinner. Marguerite was amazed at the skill with which he controlled the fire, adding more wood to one end of the grill to replenish the coals. He turned the trio of Dutch ovens every fifteen minutes to assure even cooking of the beans, corn bread, and peach cobbler. Everyone with the exception of Marguerite and Mona drifted off, promising to return in time for dinner. Sitting in chairs next to the grill, the trio drank iced tea and talked. Ed talked about cooking on the trail. Marguerite talked about riding. It was a pleasant afternoon despite the heat. A half an hour before the dinner was ready, a crowd gathered in the backyard. Walt and George set up picnic tables. Cathy and Sarah set the tables with plates and glasses for iced tea. By the time the food was ready to eat, the tables were set. Ed carried a huge platter of steaks to the table. Returning, he carried a second platter of steaks. Pointing to the first platter, he said, "Those are medium well. The other plate is medium rare." While people selected steaks, he went to the grill and returned with the Dutch oven containing the cornbread. Removing the lid, he smiled at the perfection within it. A minute later, the cornbread had been transferred to a plate and cut up into pieces. Another trip to the grill resulted in a pile of corn and potatoes. He carried the beans over for the last trip. Everyone loaded his or her plates with food. As had become tradition, everyone turned to watch Ed take the first bites of the meal. Instead of finding Ed bent over the plate appreciating the aroma of the food, he was watching Marguerite. All eyes turned to Marguerite to watch her reaction to his cooking. Finding that she was the sudden center of attention was a little intimidating. She cut a small piece of the steak, amazed at the tenderness of the meat and ease with which she could cut it. She put it in her mouth and savored the rich flavor of beef cooked to perfection. It was far superior to any steak she had ever tasted that had been cooked over charcoal or gas. She turned her attention to the corn, taking in the effects of cooking buried in coals. Removing the husk, the cob was revealed. It tasted wonderfully, having cooked with butter and salt. There was a subtle flavor that came from having cooked in the husk that was normally missing from corn prepared in other manners. She sighed in pleasure as juices ran down her chin. There was a twinkle in Ed's eyes when she turned her attention to the camp beans he had prepared. Not quite sure what to expect, she took a spoonful of the beans. It was a rich mix of subtle flavors. There was a hint of a hot pepper that caught her by surprise. For a simple dish, she was amazed. There wasn't too much to say about the baked potato, other than it was cooked to perfection. She had never seen anyone do much of anything special with a baked potato. The primary difference among baked potatoes was the type of potato and the fillers added once it had been cooked. She appreciated the fact that he had not used one of the more common baking potatoes. In keeping with the theme of camp cooking, the only toppings he had provided were butter and bacon. The cornbread was a shock. It was hot and steaming when she picked it up. The butter melted as she spread it across the surface of the cornbread. Biting into it, she was amazed. It was sweet, but not overly so. It was moist, but not overly so. Looking over at Ed with a smile on her face, she said, "I'm impressed. I couldn't taste the poison at all." As laughter broke out around the table, everyone turned to their plates to taste the food. Ed grinned at her comment finding his often-repeated compliment returned at him. He could see that his cooking had impressed her. Everyone who had never been in the desert with Ed was impressed with the food. Those who had eaten his cooking before were pleased that he had done his usual great job. After everyone finished eating the main course, Ed brought the Dutch oven with the peach cobbler. Everyone watched Marguerite taste it. Looking up, she declared, "This is heavenly." Mona sat back and, rubbing her stomach in obvious satisfaction, said, "Looks to me like Marguerite may need to look for another job." Winking at Ed, Marguerite retorted, "I just might have to nominate him for a Canned Soup award." Everyone laughed at the compliment. Once the laugher had died down, Ed was about to make a comment when his cell phone rang. Fishing it out of his shirt pocket, he glanced at the caller id and frowned. Aloud he said, "I wonder why Rosa would call me." He answered the cell phone with a sinking feeling in his stomach, particularly when he saw that Kelly was covering her eyes as if to hide that she was crying. In a voice filled with grief, Rosa informed him that her sister had passed away. It wasn't until that moment that he realized he hadn't seen Maria in ages. She hadn't come by after the attempted robbery or when the family had eaten at the original Maria's Cantina. The tears rolling down his cheeks let others know that he was getting bad news. At the end of the call, he stood. "Rosa's sister has died. I'm going to see Rosa." Without waiting for a reply, Ed stood and walked away leaving a stunned group behind. As he headed towards the garage, Dan said, "Maybe I should go with him. He looks pretty upset." Smiling at the consideration shown by Dan, Kelly said, "No, he needs to talk with Rosa. I know where he's going." Ed found Rosa, Jose, and Maria waiting for him at the front door of the funeral home. There was little for Ed to do financially since Rosa was now a wealthy person, but he could provide moral support in the form of a shoulder to cry upon. Rosa greeted him with a tear-filled hug. Crying, she said, "Oh Ed! I can't believe she's gone." "How did it happen?" asked Ed expecting to hear about a traffic accident or some other form of accidental death. Maria took Jose by the arm and led him away so Rosa could talk in private with Ed. She knew what her wife had to say to Ed and it wasn't something that would make Ed happy. The couple stood back hoping to provide moral support to Rosa by their presence. Taking a deep breath as if to steel herself, Rosa answered, "Breast cancer." "What?" asked Ed in dismay. He couldn't believe it despite what his truth sense was telling him. No one had told him she was ill, much less dying of cancer. He didn't understand why no one had told him. It hurt that he had been denied the chance to have one last conversation with Maria and let her know how much he loved her. "Don't be upset, Ed. She didn't want you to know," answered Rosa knowing how much it would hurt him to hear what she said. "Why? Why wouldn't she want me to know?" asked Ed, the anguish ripping through his heart. The idea that she wouldn't want him to share her pain made him wonder what she had thought of him. "She didn't want you to see her while she was ill. There towards the end, it wasn't pretty. She didn't want you to see her looking so bad," answered Rosa repeating that it was Maria's vanity at work. Her tears were flowing and she clung to Ed as if he were a lifeline. Not only was she grieving for the loss of her sister, but she also felt Ed's pain. His legs threatened to give out from under him, but he forced himself to stand there. Shaking his head as if to deny what he had just heard, he asked, "Why?" "My sister loved only two men in her entire life, you and John Carter. She wanted you to remember her as she was before she got ill. It was the only time I've ever seen her be vain about her appearance." The news that Maria had loved him was almost a fatal blow. He could understand why she would love John Carter; everyone loved John Carter. His shoulders slumped in defeat and he stared vacantly over Rosa's shoulder. Rosa, feeling him go slack, stepped back while wiping the tears from her eyes. In an unconscious act, Ed pulled out his handkerchief and gave it to her. She accepted it, but didn't use it. Taking his hand, she said, "Ed. She loved you very much. She cherished every minute that the two of you spent together." "I never told her that I loved her," said Ed. How many chances did he have to say those simple words to her? There were so many, but he had never taken that little step. "She knew. Ed, we all know how much you love each and everyone of us," replied Rosa caressing his face with the palm of her hand. "I never told her how I felt." "She knew." Ed looked down at the ground feeling old. He wasn't aware of Kelly coming up behind him until he felt her hands on his shoulder. In a soft voice, she said, "I'm so sorry, Ed." Without turning around to look at her, Ed said, "You knew." "She asked me if I could cure her," answered Kelly remembering when she had discussed the matter with Maria. It had hurt to tell her friend that she couldn't help her. It had hurt to keep it from Ed. Seeing the look of surprise from Rosa, she added, "You know that I can't heal disease, old age, and congenital problems." Hearing this for the first time, Rosa covered her eyes with Ed's handkerchief and cried into it. She hadn't known that Maria had talked to Kelly or that Kelly had been unable to help. She wondered about the limitations of Kelly's gifts. "Why is that?" "Disease, aging, and birth defects are integral parts of the cycle of life. I only know of one instance where the Goddess disrupted the natural flow of things. That was when she had Beth die of a car crash rather than cancer," answered Kelly. It hurt to tell her friend that she hadn't been able to help. "I understand. I don't like it, but I understand," Rosa said. She couldn't blame Kelly for the fact that she couldn't heal her sister. Ed asked, "May I see her now?" "No. She specifically asked for a closed casket funeral," replied Rosa. For a moment a war raged inside Ed as he considered that he would never have another chance to look upon Maria. Deciding that it was best to comfort the living, he said, "I'm so sorry, Rosa. I know her death is hard to accept and that you must be crushed." "Thank you, Ed," said Rosa. She'd been mad at Maria for making her be the one to face Ed, but she had come to grips with that. She understood why her sister didn't want Ed to see her emaciated body. She'd have wanted the same thing. Ed said, "I should have told her a long time ago that I loved her. Let me tell you now that I love you and if you ever need anything, let me know." "I know. You don't need to tell me." "Promise me that you'll let me know if you ever get sick." Rosa glanced over at Maria and Jose. She said, "We'll see." Ed wanted to demand a promise, but he knew that now wasn't the time to do it. Bowing to the demands of the moment, he sighed and said, "Okay." There was one last act that Rosa had to perform. She held out an envelope and said, "Maria asked me to give this to you." Reaching out with a trembling hand, Ed accepted the envelope. Moving over to his Hugger, he leaned against it and extracted the letter within the envelope. Kelly watched from beside Rosa. Opening it, he read the words written within. Dear Ed, Since you are reading this letter, then it has come to pass that I have died. I know this has come as a shock to you. I made everyone who knew about my illness promise not to tell you. Please forgive the vanity of an ill woman. You have been an important part of my life and I did not want you to see the shell of a woman that I have become. Cancer is such a harsh illness and breast cancer is the worst of the lot. It is as though my own femininity has turned against me. My breasts gave me so much pleasure when you held and kissed them. I know that you liked my breasts. Now they are killing me. Women should not have to face such a tragedy. For years, I was too busy building a business to worry about finding a husband. My only regret is that I waited too long before looking for one. However, there was one man in my life who I could count upon for the kind of love and support that women expect from a husband. That man was you. I want to thank you for all the love and kindness you have shown me. You treated me like an attractive woman despite the fact that I wasn't a voluptuous as Rosa or as shapely as Shirley. You always made me feel like a woman. Even as I grew older, you treated me like a beautiful woman. Around you, I felt eternally young and pretty. There were so many ways that you impacted my life. You and John Carter helped me grow my business. You supported me during those few times when things became overwhelming. No matter if I needed a kind word, a simple joke, a hug, or a kiss, you always managed to give me just what I needed. You even helped me accept the sexuality of my sister. Such little things, but they meant so much to me and you were always there. We never talked about it, but I know you loved me as much as I loved you. Although we only made love a few times, I have cherished my memories of each and every time. After you, there was no other man who could measure up to the standards you had set. Please remember me with the same fondness as I have remembered you. It is not surprising that so many women in town love you. I guess one of the things I have always appreciated about you is that you never took love for granted. You never turned it against them. You accepted our love and returned it ten-fold. In that alone, you are truly a special man. Do not be sad for me. I couldn't stand the idea that I made you sad. Please do not be angry with me. That would be even worse. Remember me with love. Remember our times together with pleasure. Take care of Rosa, Maria, and Jose. Make love to the women and talk with Jose. I know that Rosa and her wife, Maria, love you. There are other men and women who love you. Take care of them as well. I love you, Maria Tears streaming from his eyes, Ed folded the letter and put it into his pocket. Memories of their times together flashed through his mind. He knew that the relationship had begun the day he had informed her of the death of John's girlfriend. From that day on, they had grown closer by first becoming friends and then lovers. He didn't understand her concerns about her appearance although she was no different than many of the women in his life. To him, she had always been a beautiful woman. He glanced at Rosa and Maria thinking about what she had asked him to do with them. Since returning from the Druid College, he had not been as expressive of his love as before he had left. At least, he had not been as physically expressive of his love as before. Naked, Ed was sitting on the couch in the living room with Linda's head in his lap. His hands were busy as he rubbed cream on her belly. He could feel the life growing inside. Despite the pleasure that this act normally gave Ed, his mind was elsewhere. He was trying to come to grips with the news about Maria. She was a little older than him and should have had a long time to live yet. It just didn't seem fair. "Ed," said Kelly in a gentle voice. Startled by the fact that he had not noticed her enter the living room, Ed looked up at her even as she stripped off her robe to join him. In a quiet voice, he asked, "What?" "It is our age," said Kelly settling into place at the other end of the couch. She lifted Linda's feet and set them on her lap. "What do you mean, it is our age?" asked Ed. "We have reached the age where the people we knew when we were younger are starting to die off. Our bosses, our mentors, our co-workers, and even a few people our own age will die over the upcoming years," answered Kelly. He heard the truth in her voice. It was a harsh truth and one that he wanted to deny, but it wasn't possible. He added another dollop of creme to his hand. Returning to his rubbing, he said, "It doesn't mean that I have to like it." Linda jerked her foot when Kelly's touch tickled her. Kelly laughed at the reaction and replied, "You're right. We don't have to like it." The act of taking care of Linda had a calming effect on him, but it didn't cheer him. He asked, "Is this a sign of the rest of our lives? Will we live to watch the people we love die?" "It's the cycle of life. In a little while, we'll see the birth of Eddie Biggers. There will be other births. One day soon, our kids will be having kids." Linda smiled at the mention of the name for her child. Her smile turned to a dreamy expression as a result of the attentions of her husband and wife. She sighed and said, "Eddie Biggers. I really like the sound of that."