. ‘ And that wasn’t all!” the woman seethed, “He had the nerve to order a beer for himself! The waitress didn’t even ask him for ID! And whe... she brought it, the bastard wouldn’t even give me a sip!”“I am not a bastard!” Tony sniffed. “I was conceived after you and Dad had been married for months.”“But that wasn’t the end of it,” Susan said. “When we got back to the car, smoke was still coming out from Mom’s ears. She just glared at Tony and said, ‘You drive, big brother!’ All the way home, she. When we got married, she was my dream woman. The tall, beautiful black college sportswoman who married the tall black nerd that I was and will always be. I don’t wear horn-rimmed glasses anymore but I’m still nerdy in the extreme. I subscribe to magazines like Scientific American, American Chess Bulletin and Black Enterprise. The last time I read King Magazine or Sports Illustrated, I wasn’t even in high school. So, although it broke my heart to do it, I put Joanna out of mind and focused on. I sat there thinking what a cheeky old bugger but couldn’t help myself becoming erect again as I imagined how her arse must have felt when his hands were on both her cheeks.I waited a while for her to come back, must have been about 15 mins and I got up to go and see if she was alright. As I walked past the bar I saw the two old guys chatting, Bill was holding out two of his fingers and his mate was sniffing them and laughing, slapping him on the back as they clinked glasses. I left the. They were long enough to stretch between the pilings that support the house, and they would be a good way to keep the saddles and other horse tack up off of the ground and readily available to us once they were secured to the poles. I went up to the house to get my large knife to cut vines to lash them to the pilings with.On reaching the principal room, the first thing that I noticed was the scent of burning charcoal and cooking rice. Ratana had obviously been busy since the rice and kitchen.