“We’re taking the Toy out this weekend, just the three of us with one passenger. I am not OCD enough, I think. You going to be able to handle me bossin’ you around?”
“How’s that any different from what you do now, Dusty?” He held out a fist to bump. Jellies, schools of quick, silvery fish, sharks or ‘cudas in the near distance. When he noticed her, Dusty said he’d go take care of the mooring lines. A rough analogy is Circus Ringmaster. My mother couldn’t have any more kids after I was born. Lysette winked at him when he got up to take a better lookout spot anyhow. Rubbing his body with her own until her nips were tiny stones tenting the dress material and Cody’s growing erection got more obvious in his own snug jeans. The crowd laughed. So your plans have changed then? It was on the up and up, at least on the surface. “I grew up pretty much dirt poor, guys. Families were close-knit, loving, everyone knew everyone else and watched out for each other. “I’m fine. For a variety of reasons.”
“Not that I’m complaining but that is something that would take a weekend to hash out?”
“There’s quite a bit to unpack. Lysette and the guys all turned at the same time.
