It was starting to cool off as you would expect in the late afternoon, and I handed her my windbreaker so she wouldn't get cold. She thanked me with a...kiss on the cheek, something I sure didn't expect, but made me feel pretty good. We wound the windows up and I turned on the heater so we would be comfortable on the ride back to her house.As I walked her to the door, she had her arm wrapped in mine, another thing I didn't expect. We weren't talking, just slowly walking toward what I thought was. Less costs, lawyers fees and the like, it's, I believe, some twenty-six hundred pounds, a draft for two thousand, bill of credit actually, with interest of course, but several rolls of guineas that were on one of the ships, twenty I think, and some paper currency and other coins that was none a'their business, Spanish and the like. Carolina notes naturally, the paper money I mean, fit for the privy I 'spoze. We got paid in local paper except the captain did take a roll of guineas, and I got a. Yes, I expected her to wear something sexy for a sex-date but then she outplayed all my imaginations! A strapless red bra that could only partially contain her boobs and a pair of red thongs that had knots on the sides imagine how would you feel if you got to learn driving on a sexy Mercedes?Something of the sort was soon to happen to me. She had a pierced nose and it looked so sexy on her. So unlucky was her hubby who did not remain at home for half of the year like that day. She kissed me on. Then she turned to me with a smirk. “Carlos, come here.” There he was, perhaps the only person whom I actually might have wanted more than Karen. He was wearing a pair of Richard Simmons shorts and a muscle shirt. He was barefoot and his feet were very feminine. No more than a size 6. “Hello, beach boy,” he uttered with a little flick of his long eyelashes. He had told me he loved my blonde-haired, blue-eyed surfer look last week at the bar. “Hey Carlos,” I sort of whispered. Karen stood off to.