Being the brazen, cocky, and smug hockey player I am I pipe up, "Holy shit, if all the coffee shops greet their customers with an ass like that I am s...ld on this place."Much to my pleasure the person connect to the sculpted piece of art stood up and before me was a strawberry blonde beauty staring me straight in the eye. Her hair was the middle of her back, waved, and cascading down off her shoulders like a Celtic goddess. Her breasts though only slightly on the small side at a 'B' cup were. I said sure I will take them. He pulled out his digital camera and handed it to me. He said he was under my control and to take whatever pictures I thought would be sexy. I told him to put his boxers on and we would take a few pics of him taking them off. So here we were in his bedroom and I was clicking away as this black Adonis was disrobing in front of me. I took a few pics of Mike as he lowered his boxers to slightly reveal his pubic hairs. I told him to keep lowering his shorts as I. Shane leaned in his chair to grab the phone off the receiver that was attached to the wall. ‘Hello?’ Silence. He glanced at Jon. ‘Yeah, He’s here.’ Another silence. ‘Sir, I’m not sure if that’s such a great idea. H—. Yes, sir.’ Shane extended the phone to Jon. ‘It’s you dad.’ Shade hadn’t needed to say a word. Jon knew who it was. His cousin’s voice had changed from a clipped casual tone to a sharp military answer. His father expected respect and anyone that knew him knew how to talk to him.. The attendant motioned Georg to the bar to wait, and disappeared to the dock area to arrange Herr Mainz’s “little cruise around the harbor.” The boat turned out to be a 25-footer with a small inboard motor, a cabin forward, several bottles of beer in a cooler, and a black driver named Elvis.Elvis asked, “You want to go outside the harbor and over to the beach? We can get close enough to the girls on South Beach that...”Georg: “Not interested, Elvis, my friend. Where the cargo ships come in, I.