”My daughter was watching me as I told the story. “What was he like?”“Who? Riley?”“You once told me you’d tell me more about him someday... What was he like?”I snorted and shook my head, smiling. “He was as big a goof off as I was. He was from Tennessee, and we used to joke about which was worse, Tennessee hillbillies or Georgia crackers. I once told him that the difference was that a Georgia cracker married the prettiest girl in town, while a Tennessee hillbilly married the prettiest girl at the. Their first stop was Portland Maine After finding a hotel they setoff to explore the city. Checking out the quaint little shop in the old port and arts district which lead them down to the waterfront and Dimillo’s floating restaurant where they had lunch. After they ate Rick wanted to go to the narrow gauge railway museum just a short walk to the east up Commercial St, to fore street. After spending the afternoon there they took a cab over to Hadlock Field to see the Portland Sea. "Is that so?" Yeah. And even without the dirt and the grime and the eyeblack."She just giggled. "You're the best, you know that?" I'm glad you like what you see," I joked. "Hey, we only have that team meeting today. It'll only be about an hour. You want to go out on a real date? Dinner?" Love to. Burger Hut or real food?" she laughed. "We can always go to The Mariner nude." That's an idea, but we could always do that after the game tomorrow-it's kind of a tradition among some of us to hit The. Got dressed, how a low carb breakfast then out the door.Usually I would meet a neighbor or two, I would bid them good morning, some of them would be fuck buddies, they would pop to mind or I would go to theirs when their other halves were at work and we would fuck for a few hours.It Tended to be their release for their wild, dirty, kinky side of their personalities, they world do things with me that they would no do or talk about with their partners.I knew all their dark secrets, I was probably.