We were dressed for work ... two of us anyway. Zo had possession of the Debit Card ... drat her cute hide.“McDonald’s please.”“We’re suppose... to go to the basin,” said our driver.“We have to fetch the boat.”“You parked at McDonald’s?”“There were boats at the dock. We didn’t think they’d notice one more.”That got a look.McDonald’s is on the South side. We were in the middle. The Small Boat Basin is on the North West. We weren’t going to be at the Basin at 0800. Nope.And since we were going to be. Their thoughts were as alien as their view on the world. They did not spend all their time hunting. Much of the time was spent flying just to be in the air.We were down in the river bottom when we heard about the new arrivals. No one bothered to tell us at the house. The horses passed the word along.Talking to a horse is more akin to talking to a human than a rabbit. Horses have very long memories. In fact, I think a horse remembers everything from the time it is foaled until it draws its last. She keeps her blond hair short, just above her shoulders. She said she hated it when it was long “Always got in the way of giving a blow job”.We walked out to the patio and sat on the chaise lounge chairs and just talked. Kim told us of her trip to see the kids. Her son is married to Pete and Karen’s daughter, whom I am the godfather too. They are nudist as well, and from what Kim says, fuck like Carol and I used to at that age, which was damn near daily.Kim was telling us about her week in. I expected a 'thank you' but all she did was sigh and comment on how long it took me to return. I apologized and said I needed an oil drain plug. She stuffed a whole donut into her mouth, rolled her eyes, and wondered off into the parts racks behind the counter. My eyes immediately focused on her ass cheeks jiggling in her gray yoga pants as she walked away.I waited a long time before she finally returned with a small parts box. She grabbed another donut and stuffed it into her mouth as she.