One of the few commercialized ads caught my attention. Under a small photo of a well endowed, topless woman wearing just boots, white Stetson and a sh...rt denim skirt on a horse was the title Rachel's Rowdy Rambling Rodeo. She stood in the stirrups, arms held out like wings, head back with eyes closed, her skirt fluttered and her big boobs frozen in interesting, mid chaotic flight. Below the title was the warning 'due to mature acts and audience participation, ADULTS ONLY' and a phone number to. For now, the mini-fridges stayed in their boxes.There was a honk outside. I opened the door to hear, “Open the garage sweetie.”The Savana backed in, with Peter driving, and his wife, Jennie and Jennifer. He got out helping Stu and I finish the last of the mobile shelf units and we rolled them to the back of the Savana, opening it to a very many cases of water. The girls kept the unit from moving and we put twelve cases of 24 bottles each on the three mobile units leaving the middle and top. I was driving back and it was raining and as I stopped at signal I noticed this awesome looking Hottie in the car next to me. It was as if it was meant to be. I looked at her and she looked back at the same instant and I smiled. And guess what she smiled right back, the smile was more of small laugh. It turns out that we were both listening to the same song on the radio and singing with it. The signal turned green and I was to take a right turn but I don’t know what came over me and I followed. Steven could not help himself: he simply stood and stared. The girl moved up to stop a foot and a half in front of him, facing him, and looked directly into his eyes. He could still not see the color of those eyes, but he could now see the dress was a pale azure, almost white and the ribbon in her hair revealed itself to be a dark blue. Lit by the flickering fire, her face, Steven could now see, was lovely. Slowly her lips parted and in a moderately deep but slightly ethereal voice, she said,.