So when the growing season ended the plantations had a surplus of molasses and corn. The plantation owners, who wrote the recipe, used the surplus cor... and molasses to make a liquor to sell to the pubs as far north as Massachusetts.It was that recipe I planned to use for my second batch of liquor. I was reasonably sure that I had the proportions right, so I began to make the mash. I added three pounds of corn, to three gallons of bottled water and 6 pints of molasses to each of my five gallon. Karen had already left for work, so it was just Chris and I in the kitchen. "What are you doing here?" I half-joked."Told Karen I'd fix that shelf in her closet while she's at work," he said. I must've looked at him like he was crazy (he never did that kind of stuff, just said, "Why don't y'all call the landlord?" if anything came up around the house). "Truth is, though, I wanna see what it is you're doin' to yourself in that bedroom that makes you moan so damn loud. You kept me up all night.". Pulling the curtains and lighting scented candles, the soft light was perfect. She had taken her white lingerie, she knew he liked the classics - undressing from her daytime gear, she stepped into her lace thong, white push up bra and hooked her suspender belt. Her nude silk stockings slid easily up her legs. Standing in front of the mirror, she slipped into her heels – and put on her ivory silk wrap, tying the wide satin ribbon belt into a big bow at her front. Finally a dab of her favourite. "First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago," he replied and turned back to his book."I'm sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago and it is very lonely," she countered. "Do you live around here?" She asked."Yes, I live over in Cape Coral," he answered, and again he resumed reading.Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, "Do you like pussy cats?"With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off her Swimsuit and gave her the most.