A strange creature was peering at you from one of the nearby trees, with others not far from the pair of you."Orcs!" you shouted out, recognizing them...by their description. "The man-flesh awakes! But is it a tark? Or a strawhead?" their leader hissed at the others.Its companions looked at you with a hint of fear, but mostly with cruel intentions. The words rang familiar to you.You were in the world Tolkien came up with. Lord of the Rings...Sauron, Galadriel, and all the others. And that's where. On her face was a tiny smile. And I could see it was directed at me along with her crinkled eyes.I always hung right, with my little buddy comfortable in my own tight jeans. I had been leaning over the table after my last shot sank the eight ball, and I now straightened up. I held the queue stick in my left hand and casually, but intentionally, rubbed my right hand over my meat, stretching it out for her. Then I returned her smile.She turned away and started sipping on something on the rocks. I. She led the two men into the living room and told them she would get them a glass of wine. In the kitchen she poured four glasses of wine and gave her mother two. The two women smiled conspiratorially at one another before heading for the living room."Hi Jerome... Derrick," Sandra said as she handed a glass of wine to Jerome and sat next to him.Elaine gave Derrick his glass and sat on a chair across from him, crossing her legs. When she looked at him, she saw his eyes move down to her legs. Her. " I opened it and there she stood. One hip thrust outward and her thumbs hooked into the top of her bikini. "You should probably close the door Mr. Trevino, if you're going to stay." I did so, when she stepped beside me to engage the privacy lock. "I noticed you like my bikini. Just like you did two years ago when I came to your daughter's party." She stood a few feet away now, posing and teasing me. "It made me a little nervous then," she said "but I've thought a lot about it every since.".