nd was the sex good? Yes, wonderful. And here's the amazing thing. We did not have sex until after we were married in the Cupid Chapel in Vegas. We did not have sex until ensconced in a tacky room with a heart-shaped tub. We did not have sex until we'd vowed to each other in the nude to love and care for each other for the rest of our lives. "And not to desert me?" I added hopefully. "And not to desert you," he said pulling my hands to his lips and kissing them. Wow. Hoppalong Cassidy comes back.

I can't tell you how full my heart was. And what about Ted, Ted blissfully eating chicken paprika along the Danube, listening to gypsy violins. "Come with me, Gail, it will be like a second honeymoon," he'd said. "I can't, you know I have those five college kids coming from LA, they'll kill themselves if I don't show them the ropes." And here I was having a "second" honeymoon, but not like Ted envisioned. At 2 a.m., I went down to the lobby and called Budapest. "Have you had breakfast, yet?" "No, I just woke up. Our group took a boat along the Danube last night. Saw a beautiful red moon rising." "Kiss me," I said; we smooched. I skipped all the way back upstairs.