“Just a plain egg sandwich on a biscuit or a hamburger bun,” Betty said.“I can for sure do that,” she said smiling at Betty.“Now I done seen...everything.” I said in a fake dialect. “The waitress I talk to everyday turning cold because I’m with you.”“I think it’s called flirting Rogers,” Betty said with a smile.“This is really embarrassing,” I said.“Hey I promise not to steal your girls, if you do the same,” Betty suggested with a leer. “On a less enjoyable note. Mallo tells me you aren’t going. “You're right, we need to get things ready,” she said, reflecting on what was going to happen later.I headed out to the car with two coolers in hand and drove to the store to get some last minute things, like pop, ice tea, chips, bags of ice.By the time I got back home, Joni had already prepared several salads, cucumber, pasta, and taco. After unpacking the grocery items and hauling them to the kitchen, I loaded the coolers with ice and some pop along with cans of ice tea.I then set about. They went to the fast food place across from the school grabbed some sodas then headed down the road and turned into the wildlife management area. Although I could not see what was happening in the car it was oblivious she was undoing her blouse and bra. It didn't take them long to find a turn off the Jag could handle and still be secluded. Having 4wd on the truck I went a little farther down the road before turning off. I grabbed the spotting scope got out of the truck and headed to the top of. I was at a rather good party while not in the best of moods, so I hadn't really gotten into the vibe of the music or the conversation. All that I had gotten convincingly into was a rather good bottle of bourbon. I was leaning against a column, off to the edge of the impromptu dance floor, letting the taste of the whisky linger in my mouth while I ogled a few of the more attractive women guests.All of this contributed to my being in just the right mood for her proposal.She flowed up to me, all.