”“Bob, are you going as chaperone?” I asked.“Yes. Mr. Gifford sent an email that the medicines being donated for Nimule were being shipped to ...ou in two weeks. He CC’ed me on the mail asking if I could finagle a seat on the plane to take video and pictures for them. I knew there would be plenty from you but he carries a big stick, if you know what I mean,” Bob replied.That conversation ended as Rachael and her parents stepped off the elevator.“Glad you made it, so you are up for a. I just got married the other day, and my wives are out shopping for a wardrobe suitable for Oak Junction." Well, congratulations on joining us men who didn't know when to say no. This beer is on the house as my wedding present. But wait, you said two wives. If you don't mind my asking, how did that happen?"A bartender had two stocks in trade: one is alcohol and the other is conversation. Having something new to talk about is always welcome, especially well away from the normal civilization. So. His prick throbbed and poked at his jeans. His hard-on could clearly be seen. She gulped and a thumping feeling came from her tummy and ran up to her throat. She swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue across her inner lips. She suddenly realized she was so horny she couldn't stand it. Even her heart was thumping."Any time you want to--uh--you know, take a break and get a drink, the tea's in the fridge--just help yourself." Her voice came out rasping and husky.He smiled and nodded. "Thanks." He. Finally, there was no choice and Ginny was the very last person on the beach to collect her towel and wicker bag, her novel shoved hastily to the bottom, and run towards the nearest approximation to shelter. Only, she wasn’t the last one after all. Just when she’d ducked under the low-roofed shelter, pulled her knees up to her chin, bag to one side, another pair of bare feet splattered through the damp sand and she was joined by not just anyone but, of all the people it could be, by her, in.