By that time we were 3 beers down each and I was in full erection. Her rising skirt and she bending back to pull the beer cans had made her skirt out ...rom her bums.And her black panty on her side hips was visible and sipping on bouncy road has made her top wet and her nipples were making impressions on the satin top. Now, I saw a dead-end. The road was ending and there were bushes all around but she was not slowing down the car.I told her that we are hitting a dead-end and she should stop the. Look, I'm going for a walk. I'll be back ... whenever." Going to look for trouble or stir some up?" I haven't decided." Don't forget your phone."I was already reaching for my fanny-pack. It was sitting on the end of the table behind the sofa where I could grab it on my way out. In it was my phone – in an unknown condition of charge, my collection of IDs – the usefulness of which was questionable for the moment since there was a possibility Solomon's moratorium might extend to getting me. As the music started I waited until Ihad the tempo, then began to sing, and I gave it everything I had.Soulful yet sweet, I lost myself in the song and simply closed my eyesand sang. When the music stopped and I opened my eyes, there wasn't onesound anywhere in the club, and I thought I had screwed up royally. Thenthe applause began. I tried to get off the stage, but the emcee held meback and asked me to sing another. The second song was right out of thefifties. Once again the applause rang. “Well, that’s why we have the retractable awning,” Doc said. “When you aren’t actually working on it, we cover it up.”“And when you are working on it, we’ll charge admission,” Bree said. I didn’t realize that she’d been close enough to hear what we were saying, but she was right behind me.“What do you mean?” I asked.“I’m going to sell tickets to watch you paint. If anyone wants to see what’s going on from closer than the field fences, they’ll have to pay admission,” she said. “Before you cover.