He was playing with himself as he watched something on his hand-held device, some porn no doubt, having a good wank in bed, unawares his auntie Mariel...was outside his door watching him.Of course he was being discrete, on his side facing away from me and covered up, but boys do it that way, whereas we girls do it on our backs or fronts, out and in the open for all to see, a little bit unfair if you are a voyeur, which I was at this particular moment in time.I had a sudden urge to barge in on him. I said to my dad, "Please don't tell me you sleep Alfresco dad, because that isn't happening!" Well, my dad went into the room, as I went to the car to get my overnight bag. Once I got into the room, I said to my dad, "If you got to go! You better do it now, because I'm going to take a shower!"My dad replies, "No, I'm going to run down to this little bar that's just over from the bottom of the motel driveway here, by the motel. It's called, something Backstreet BBQ, and have a few!" Well, when. " I complained to Scott. I looked around and noticed that each of the 11 guys in the bar was eyeing me up."Bad break." He commented."I can beat that clown." I continued to complain."What you gonna do about it?" he asked."I don't know." Well, I gotta go to the bathroom. Don't go anywhere. And remember, what ever happens, happens." I won't."I watched as Scott walked away. No sooner was I alone, when two of the guys came over to me."So Debbie, what was that all about?" asked the first guy."I had a. It is definitely not a Norman Rockwell setting. Like most small towns in the South, the courthouse, municipal buildings, at least two diners, and a large Baptist Church were all built in a square around a small park. Once one leaves Main Street, all the roads lead to lanes of dusty red clay. Unfortunately, I had packed like a city girl. My white shorts, sandals and pink painted toenails were all coated in a dusting of that red clay after walking the first block to Betty’s Diner. Andrew opened.