The place didn’t look any different from the hundreds of similar stops, but it changed my life. Walking inside, I rushed past the front counter to t...e men’s room, which was unlocked. Despite my urgency I didn’t bang open the door, but pushed it slowly, and as it opened I saw the back of a man who appeared to be just cleaning up. His shirt tail was out and his pants were partly down. But as I looked at the reflection in the mirror I saw something else altogether. His striped sports shirt was. . holding the bag ... so to speak." I'm staying home, Eels," I said, "Tell me something, Eels?" What?" He was getting upset ... good sized tugs are hard to find."Who owns the wreck?" I asked. I nodded my head forward, indicating the half submerged tug on the other side of the tee wharf."I do," he said. "Why?" I wanna practice on it," I said."Practice?" Yeah ... I want to see if I can raise it, repair it, and maybe use it," I explained. "It would keep me home where I can hear Wendy." Hel, you. We stood in the store chatting for a while and i invited her to grab some sushi, our favorite meal to share. this was perhaps a dead giveaway that i was trying to get in her panties again, but she said yes and off we went. the japanese restaurant was only a few minutes away so we were having sake and spicy tuna rolls in no time. thank goodness she's not a tea-totaller, i'd need all the help i could get to have the kind of dessert i had in mind, and sake is a great wingman.i have to say, it was. “Nothing, babe. You can just set the wings next to the T.V.; there isn’t much room on the table.” She obliged and strutted her long legs in between us all. The open space next to the T.V. was over the arm of the couch that James was on and instead of reaching over it, she put both of her knees on the cushion and leaned over to gently set the platter down. This movement revealed, not only to me, just how revealing her dress really was. My girlfriend’s full ass peeked ever so flirtatiously under.