Shortly after the pie, I was contacted by the boss.

"We"re moving you to the Gulfcoast for a new project." I had worked in the area shortly following Katrina, and made good friends there, so this was a good move for me. The plus to this was it wasactually a shorter drive for the two of us, when we chose to see each other.

The first couple weeks were not fun, but made it thru.  I found an apartment really close to the job, rented furniture, got cable, and invited her to come for the weekend. She had never spent any time in the region, and so when she arrived we decided to take a drive. The water was only a block from the apartment, with a 4 lane highway running east and west. We drove for an hour or so and decided to stop for a cocktail. We made our way back to a place I knew of nearby, went inside and immediately to the back bar. This place was and is amazing. They have the greatest queso dip I have ever had. The bartender did however look at me strange when I requested jalepenos on the side. We had a couple drinks and decided to return to the apartment. This is way before the five minute rule, which will be explained in a later version.

I suggested a walk, we changed clothes and headed down to the beach. We walked the edge of surf till dusk, then back home. I aksed her if she would like a dip in the pool, she had forgotten her suit. I said no worries, you can borrow a t shirt. She agreed and we were off to the hot tub. It was a very large shirt, and it went to her kness. We were the only people there for like 30 seconds. She was sitting on my lap, with nothing on but that t shirt, and 2 ***** come blasting into the tub with us.

So I'm there with 2 ***** and now, a grandmother and mother, (of the 2 *****) and my t shirt only wearing chere. Thank God for bubbles!! I'd have a hard time explaining a hardon to a 6 year old. We finished our drinks, excused ourselves, and headed inside. Her infatuation with her cowboy"s sofa began................................