I grew up in the deep south of the USA in the state of Mississippi, during the 1940's and 50's. My family had a large farm and grew cotton. My dad and...his two brothers equally owned the farm and had three Negro families that lived on the farm and worked as sharecroppers. While the farm was almost 2000 acres we were not wealthy by any means, as the price of cotton would fluctuate up and down, and that farm had to support six families, including the three Negro families. By the age of eight I was. And my wife was openly flirting with Dave ( I knew that she fancied him)The pub was closing, so my mate asked if we would like to go to his hotel room, for more drinks. We were far enough gone by now and it seemed like a good idea.We arrived at his room in the hotel and he poured our drinks, put on some music and started to dance with my wife. It didn't take long before the effects of the drink and the sexual electricity, started working,Don't get me wrong I had always wanted to watch Ann have. The dimples in her cheeks tightened as she held back a smile.“You’re so damn cute sometimes I can barely stand it.”“I waaanted to seee the jellieees!” she whined, leaning on me like a tired toddler.“I know pumpkin, but they’re getting a new home so we’ll just have to come back and drink blue slushies again sometime,” I said in a fatherly tone, patting her head.“Fuck it, I’m going in,” she said. Without hesitation, she ducked under the velvet rope and went down the hall to Jellyfish. "Looks like two men in it." What time is it?" Brett asked.Jason looked at his watch, pushing the light button to get a reading. "I got 6:50," he said."Must be crew change time," Brett said.It was. They hovered and filmed the changing of the bridge guard. Jason narrated as the two men in the truck parked at the bottom of the hill, got out, and then, with the help of flashlights, started climbing up one of the narrower sections. It took them about five minutes to reach the top. Once up there the.