He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of guy, while my bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.I turned to Cory, who was slim like m..., "Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old mother?" Oh, if I have to," my son, always sarcastic, responded."Be careful with that attitude," I shot back playfully. "You're stuck with me for sixteen hours."I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.We all did. The day in question I went to the nudist beach with my friend-with-benefits, Rachel. She’s a fifty-one year old woman, madly attractive and sexy, in good shape with the most suckable nipples which were usually very visible through whichever upper-body garment she was wearing at the time. She told me she was very proud of them. She’s a wonderful, free-spirited being who has no interest in tying herself down. She has a penchant for young men whom, in her words, she ‘takes in as boys and lets. Sitting in the third row; used to sit in the front but moved to see Marisa. The captain of the volleyball team, she towered over me. She filed in now, eased her lanky frame into the seat, stretching her toned muscles, undoing her ponytail and letting her unnaturally silky corn-blonde hair fall free. She turned to another girl and whispered something, eyelashes flickering over her cornflower-blue eyes, cute nose and mischievous smile outlined in profile, ignorant of my stare. I scribble in a. " You'd better do a damn good job. My lieutenant is on my back wanting a bust soon." Okay, look, Bill. It's like this. I'm a horny bitch. You know that as well as anybody can. This job lets me get rid of those sexual tensions. When I took the job, I was just changing the excitement of the undercover work for sexual kicks. Now that I'm getting all the sex I can handle--and believe me, that's a lot--I don't need the thrill of the undercover work. What I'm saying is that I don't think I want to.