I flattered mom every chance I had. In the beginning it was very innocent such as complimenting her on the way she cooked or arranged things. On Sunda... morning, I attended her workout session on the basis of working out myself. Mom's outfit consisted of a halter top and spandex shorts. Her thong panties were outlined by the tight fabric. I worked out a little to cover up the real reason I was there. I happened to be in vantage points especially when mom was in certain positions like bending. I freeze. The coldness is removed from my neck and put on my shoulders. I hear the rip of fabric and feel the coldness on my other shoulder. Its a knife. Its a knife and hes cutting my bathing suit off me. The remains of the fabric from the top fall to the sand and a tear escapes from my eye. I feel the coldness on each side of my hips and then the warm breeze caressing my ass. Im naked in front of this man. A hand is placed on my back and Im shoved to the ground. The sand caught some of the. I unlocked the front door and let them in. The place was dark and both boys went for the fridge and I headed to my bedroom to put something a little more comfortable on. As I rummaged through though my drawers, I heard their voices get a little quieter and began moving closer to me. I thought they must be sitting on the couch and any moment I'd hear the TV blaring its rude commercials. I started to remove my clothes, beginning with my fuzzy sweater. I reached down to the bottom hem, crossed my. Holy shit, Drew.. You're back!" Very much so, how's it hangin' JT?" JT White was THE bartender at the stampede. He was an older gentleman, about 5'8 with hair the color of snow in winter and a beard to match. He loved what he did because he got to be around military personnel, listen to people talk shit, and dish it out when the time came. Sure, other bartenders may have done the same, but JT remembered people and would never let the past stay in the past."Things are good my friend, how.