I felt their body press up against me, particularly pushing into my round backside. A man muttered an apology and I craned my neck to see him. A smile...fluttered over my lips as I quickly took him in. He was effortlessly handsome: olive skinned with large green eyes and brown hair. As I turned back around, I couldn't stop thinking about his mouth. In contrast with his neatly trimmed thick beard, his lips looked soft and sensuous. I shook my head gently, trying and failing to dispel any thoughts. I'd seen Dottie in her bikini, now, maybe I get to see her out of her bikini. Nice.So, a couple of days went by when Mom told me that Dottie was all excited, she had described my equipment in detail to her, and that Saturday was possible for her visit, the afternoon, it seemed, if I was up for it. I rather naughtily told her I was very up for it and winked.Right after lunch on Saturday, our doorbell rang and Mom went and brought back her friend to the kitchen where I was still sitting."Jeremy,. An hour after we checked in, Mely called and asked us if we wanted to visit a nearby blues club. Debbie and I readily agreed, and the two girls picked us up.At the club, I found myself in an interesting situation. During the months since Mary's pregnancy, I had mostly avoided alcohol. I had never been much of a drinker, but I occasionally found myself enjoying the fruity drinks that Debbie and Aimee favored. Even after Dawn was born, Mary didn't drink very much, not wanting to transfer any. But since then, nobody has gone over the edge, so last week they took the sign down. * Rafting season on the Russian River begins soon, and shark-spotters are already wiping binoculars in anticipation of another glorious year of bloody carnage. At the mouth of Austin Creek below Cazadero, it’s expected that pumas will also make a fair catch of ‘raft-rats’. Last year a number of French, German and Japanese rafters/kayakers contributed to the upkeep of our carnivores. * A joint Federal-State task.