As my eyes stayed glued to the big box of ants, I asked Uncle Clyde to show me how they did it. He told me they only came out to eat after sunset, and...he would show me after supper. His hand caressed my naked ass cheeks, as he stood behind me. Then, with a playful slap, he sent me upstairs, so he could finish his project. I obeyed, because I was late getting to my chores after sl**ping the morning away. My mind was occupied all afternoon with curious thoughts about Uncle Clyde’s latest doings.. The piano player was a gorgeous looking guy about 30 years old. He had nice blonde hair and blue eyes; a very masculine guy, not your typical pianist. He was a great singer and entertainer. We started to flirt with him and he flirted back. He took several requests from us and sang to us as if we were his lovers. He really knew how to earn his tips (if you know what I mean).After several drinks and feeling very horny, Joann and I went back to our cabin this time. We were both feeling a little. That night he called me and told me to be at his place at 7am. next mourning i arrive and he takes me back to the yard. i have to clean his storage shed, easy job i said and he walked away. its hot out and im sweating so i take off my shirt. he comes back about an hour later to check up on me. seeing me all wet he tells me i should get rid of my shorts as well. im happy like this, i prefer to leave my shorts on. he says ill call the police or go by his rules. so i take them off, no big deal i. Cheryl had been my best friend for the last year, and the fact that we had drifted apart was more my fault than hers.And then Cheryl called, yesterday afternoon. She had come home to visit her parents for Christmas and saw the sign for my business on East Fourth Street. We spent an hour on the phone, crying and laughing, and by the time the call had ended, she had somehow managed to get me to agree to attend the stupid reunion.Today, though, I find myself consumed with the thought that I will.