Her dark hair was arranged in long ringlets and her face was bright with rouge or excitement, perhaps a bit of both. I reined up, got down and walked ...cross the street trying to figure out who she was."You don' remember me, do you, you big ox?" the slight woman said, sounding a bit worse for liquor so early in the day. She smelled of lavender and rum.I shook my head and admired her well knit body and frank look."How 'bout if I say you owned me for a few minutes?" She smiled up at me, a good. I quickly surveyed the store and Ellie and the owner were nowhere in sight. I picked the pick up again and successfully inserted it inside the lock. I tried jiggling both the wrench and the pick, but nothing seemed to be happening. I was getting frustrated and I heard Ellie and the owner walking back towards the front of the shop. Fuck it. I yanked out the wrench and the pick and threw them back in my pocket. I picked up the damn register and raced as quietly as I could out the door. This thing. "I remember as a young kid, going skinny-dipping in Bethany Creek with my friends on a hot summer's day. It wasn't any big deal then, and it shouldn't be a big deal now."A few of the older folks in town, mostly from the poorer quarters near the wetlands, grinned as they remembered similar times. When your folks were not only too poor for air conditioning but also too poor to buy a lot of swimsuits, and the weather was hot and humid, you took both your cooling and your entertainment where and. Luckily I was pretty well endowed with a gleaming seven inch member that made it easy to get around with all the hookers at the docks with whom I was a cherished loyal customer, since obviously a man of my stature wouldn't be able to find a woman he could stick to without her hating him for the amount of money he got out of his job. She couldn't really expect a fucking villa on the Riviera and I couldn't afford to get her a truck full of designer clothes working clearing household thrash.So.