“...how long it, uh, will take, you know, and, uh—”“Jackson,” she cut me short like an inquisitive mother. “Will you fill me in with your ...lans? I'm your (marking the quotation marks with her fingers) 'babysitter', remember?”“I, uh...” I tried, yet failed.Emily's eyes lit up in delight. “You're having a date, aren't you? Who's the lucky girl?”I lowered my face and awkwardly looked onto my plate in which the last crumbs of pancake were swimming in a pool of Aunt Jemima's.“Yeah,” I mouthed. I was. There was a lot of oohing and aahing when the site opened up. There was our team's name with the team picture right underneath it. I moved down and let the girls see the thumbnails and clicked on Beth's.By now, the whole team was there. I showed them that clicking on Beth's thumbnail brought up her page. She'd sent me a picture of her college graduation. She was standing between an older couple I assumed were her parents. The girls kidded her about the picture, then Annie started reading Beth's. His first words, how was your day? My husband never asked that, it was as if he didn’t care how my day had gone. We would exchange the small talk for a few minutes and the conversation would turn. All he had to do was tell me how much he had been thinking about me and I was putty in his hand from that point. He would start by telling me how he longed to just hold me in his arms and brush my hair from my face. He would whisper how beautiful I am in my ear. His lips would nuzzle against my neck. Blood flooded my manhood and, despite folks being out and about enjoying the balmy evening sun, my pick-up afforded privacy as I reached inside my coveralls.Unfortunately, I got so carried away that I didn't notice that the woman fueling my carnal lust was approaching the vehicle. So, I can't tell you how long she'd been watching me, but I do know she scared the living crap out of me when she tapped the window."Hey, you dirty old bastard, don't go wasting that fine-looking erection," she.