" She kissed my forehead, and for a minute we held each other. I said quietly against her ear, "Hello."She pressed her cheek against mine and with a w...rm, girlishly happy little whisper, she said simply, "Hi." That tiny, two letter word, and the magic of the sound and the uncomplicated feeling that she put into it, soaked into my ear and through my brain and went straight to my heart. Years later I would lose track of many details about that morning and that week. But I have always remembered,. ." Thanks, Jim, but that wasn't why I was calling. Can you do me a favor?" Sure. I'll try. Whatcha got?" Tuesday we said that Cindy's schedule might be flexible. Can you see if I can pull her out of school Friday? I'm wanting to bring her out to the job and let her see a real project in progress." Oh. For little Miss I Wanna Be An Engineer? Shouldn't be a problem. I'll call you back." Thanks, Jim," I said."Not a problem, Dan. Hey! I was serious. It's barbecue an' beer season. You can come over. He didn’t say anything else right away, and I assumed that he must be afraid to make a move on a guest in the hotel, and risk being reported and losing his job. I spoke next and answered his question saying, “I do look at these kinds of pictures a lot, because it excites me, but I’ve never had a chance to act on my fantasies. If you’d like to make my fantasy of sucking a thick, black cock come true, I promise you that I won't say anything to hotel management. After all, I’m a married man. Several minutes had passed before she stirred from the sound of crunching sand. With one eye creaking open, she saw a pair of wet, hairy legs making their way towards her—until they stopped, a few feet away, toes pressed into the virgin sand. Squinting from the sun, Cassie twisted her head up awkwardly at the figure above her. It was the surfer boy. His eyes stayed keen on her, blue and intense. She would have found his stare almost overwhelming, yet his eyes had a friendly, cheeky warmth to.