“I love my bulldog,” she said.“Bet your bulldog loves you,” Junior.While conversations were ongoing, Tyke was inching her way towards ‘home....��“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?”“Home ... Junior has already told you to mind your own business,” Tyche said.Bad move, kid. Very bad.“And where is home?” asked the CPA employee.“Sailing Vessel Flint,” and she pointed.“The Marina? You can’t live at the Marina, it’s not an address.” The sailing vessel finally registered. “A BOAT!” she. There was a full moon tonight. It was still fairly low in the east but quite bright. It would light the river well and make for a romantic float. That was what I had in mind anyway, when I had suggested this trip for just the two of us. It had dawned on me that Jerry and I hadn’t had any time alone for quite some time. With another short hug, I asked, ‘Ready to get wet?’ Jerry laughed and replied, ‘I’m soaked already. Oh, you mean in the river. Sure, you grab the boat and I’ll get the floats.’. "Who?" Robert Nettleton, of course." said Renee. "I hear he's young and single. I don't know if he's good looking or not, but who cares with all that money he has?"Ramona's radar lit up like a set of holiday lights. "I've talked to him." she said carefully. "He's pig headed." she added. She was horny and she blamed it on Robert Nettleton."I could get used to pig headed, if it came with fifty million dollars." Renee winked."You're married!" said Ramona."Too true." said Renee. "And I love Ted,. Oh no honey." we can't ! I tried to speak has his mouth covered mine . He was pushing his tongue into my mouth and for a moment I lost all reality, and kissed him back, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth, feeling our tongues coming together with the pashion of to old lovers! No ! I exclaimed, has I pulled back...".No honey No " ! we can't ! I'm your mother, let's talk about this I spoke rather stern like.! ..Bill let me go, I could see the large buldge in his jeans.