’ Brandi was really caught up with this African man and his knowledge of safaris. She is even going to start drinking, there should be a danger sign...going up. The drinks arrived and we continued conversing, with Brandi still doing most of the talking. Brandi and Ammon put their drinks down real fast and Ammon ordered another round. I turned down his offer and said, ‘Folks, I am real tired and need to get a little sl**p, you two go ahead and continue your conversation.’ I pulled my sun glasses. I asked her how old she was and she told me that she was eighteen. I knew right then and there that I had to buy an overpriced lap dance from her to experience more of this pretty young specimen.What is there about having your face up against the pert teenage nipples of a lovely young girl? Or sniffing the intoxicating aroma of her tight little snatch as she shows off her shaved clam for your inspection? It's like a d**g and I was a crazed a****l.We went to the back booth and I sat on the bench. Weakwill, dear. You know, last year's Emmy for writing 'Thunder in My Guts'?" ... uh, that's Wheatfield," the nude, runtish and bespeckled man corrected meekly.Mom jerked his chain so hard that her puka shell necklace broke. Mr. Wheatfield dropped to his knees and made a gargling sound, his tongue swelling alarmingly."That's a good boy. Do find every one of them, won't you?" Mom said to the groveling man. "And don't drool on them so..."Then she smiled at me and batted her oversized false eye. Actually the coast was a few miles away, but you know what I mean. Not seeing anyone, I decided to sneak out of the reeds. I thought that it might be around lunch time, so I might see who was normally here during the day.There were no brown shirts in uniform, just a bunch of townies having a beer with lunch. The only uniform I did see was Deputy Scrugg's. I did not know if he was here looking around or just having lunch. I reasoned that he was looking around because he was not drinking a beer..