“Sir?”“That. Don’t call me sir.”“Yes sir.” Carol said, then paused and grinned. “What would you prefer, Mr. Ramos?”“How about Doug...” he asked.“If you insist, though I prefer to remain professional in public.” She seemed deadly serious now, and Doug doubted that he would get her to change her mind. She looked like she was braced for an argument, standing with her head held high, her shoulders back and her hands clasped behind her back. She met his eyes squarely; no give at all.Doug sighed, and. She moaned softly and pressed her body even closer to mine. Tongue-kisses always get her going. I was already throbbing in my jeans, rubbing my hard-on against her and grabbing a handful of hair on the back of her head. Sliding my hands back down her body, my fingers found the opening of her jeans and deftly removed them, letting them fall to the floor.Giving her a light push, I caused her to fall backwards onto her bed. Dropping my jeans and underwear, I climbed onto the bed between her legs. Sometimes I get homesick for the town of Winter Haven and the people in it. Spending the holiday season in my home town has refreshed those doubts. Sometimes I think that I wanted to try my fortunes elsewhere just because I wanted a new adventure. Now, I have to decide whether I want to continue with my job or quit so I could find a job closer to home. I know any job I could get here would pay considerably less than I make now, but I would be a lot closer to my mom and my brother.While I ponder. The few statements about his baby girl, shotgun weddings and grilling boyfriends were greeted with disdain and the pair of them were out the door.Lucy Lou's parting shot was, "We're going out to celebrate ... you BOYS can fend for your selves."The Stude was parked in the lot of the best restaurant in town so we went to East Lansing to Coral Gables "Genuine Italian" Restaurant and Daddy ordered a huge garbage pizza ... everything plus salty fish. It was nummy.That was my introduction to 'dives'.