''What? Why?''Because I'm here with you.''Don't you think it'll look obvious if neither of us turn up at the restaurant tonight?'He shrugged. 'I own t...e company. I can do what I want. If I want to spend the evening making love to one of our employees, then I will.' He smiled.'But things might get weird for me when we get back on Monday. If people find out about us later then that'll be easier, but this way it just looks like a weekend fling. And I don't want that, I don't want to be the girl. He looked around to see who it was and his face lit up when he saw me. After some short chit chat we held hands and walked towards the horse trailers on the back lot to be alone. There were about 100 or more trailers there. In the very back was his. It was so dark it was hard to see until our eyes adjusted to the dark. Out of sight from everyone with nothing but the distant nose of the rodeo crowd he backed me up against the trailer and started kissing. Making up for lost time, we worked fast.. At the moment, yes, there was something satisfying about that alright.Lilly had the stuff piled on her head and flowing down over her shoulders after she had jolted forward off the top of me with the force of the second blast. She looked ridiculous and I felt just a bit of reprieve, pay back for my abusive treatment by her. She wasn’t saying anything, just back sitting on me when Vern injected loudly, “Ooooooh--K-a-y! I think we better get going to our cows before it gets late!”Lilly got up on. Mom refuses to measure the alcohol, just sloshes it in until it tastes right. Mel’s eyes sprang wide open when she took her first spoonful. I could see a request for the recipe coming up fast. The Marsala wine gives it the taste, the white rum the kick. I wouldn’t want to drive with more than two of Mom’s generous portions in my belly; with no cooking involved, the alcohol is still potent.“Mom, I showed Mel your wedding photo. She reckoned Uncle Stan’s girlfriend was a real bad lot, eyes far.