I bite at your tongue, as you move it deep into my mouth. I reach up to take a breast in my hand, but you back away laughing and saying, "Slow down bi... guy, we have all day." You lean over and push a button and the sunroof starts to move back, exposing the clear blue sky as we zoom down the highway. "Where are we going?" I ask. "You will see, just relax and let me do everything." I see a large ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it, and a jar of orange juice, and think to myself "a mimosa. Flip-Flip-Flip-Flip-Flip, the pages moved rapidly as her thumb stroke them. I put my hand over hers and picked up the book. It was a cheap paperback. Cops, romance and sex. Lots of sex it promised. “Guilty pleasure. I read the dirty parts first,” she said having a laugh at herself. “I have no idea why I told you that.” “Tell me more. Things you never tell anyone.” “There’s too many.” She shook her head. “Give me the dirty parts first. What’s your birthday wish?” She was blushing. I had to. A large palm tree offered shade for us to lie under. The white, sandy beach was fifty yards wide from high water to storm wall and at least a hundred yards long. Rocks were piled to form a breakwater thirty or forty yards out in the ocean."There's small pipes in the breakwater to let the tide go out and come in. But nothing bigger than a minnow can get to our cove. I want to teach Stormie how to swim here." Genevieve laid on her back and closed her eyes with a sigh, "A week ago I couldn't have. That bit of time was really interesting with me trying to listen to the mother at the same time wondering if Joann would be interested in going out with me. It was tough to do either so I focused on the task at hand and told her mother that it would take several days to do the job but I’d do it for her, no problem. All while doing the electrical work Joann was right with me, handing me tools, getting me cold drinks, and even fixing me some lunch when the time came. We would take our lunch to.