" We'll talk," Jo replied."Yes," Kara replied. "Thank you for opening your home to me." Glad to have you, Kara," I said. I stood in the doorway watchi...g her go to her car. When she was backing out of the parking spot, I closed the door. Turned. There was Jo, in the process of wrapping her arms around me."I enjoy having company and I enjoy playing music, but I so much want to wrap myself up with you," she whispered.What do you say to that? Nothing, sir. You return the kisses and revel in the. This stop start, stop start lasted about 10 miles and took us over an hour. But it wasn’t the traffic jam that this story is about. I was driving; M was in the passenger seat next to me. It was about lunchtime and the weather was ok. We were talking and just enjoying each others company, there was a feel good factor in the car, and from time to time M would touch my leg or stroke the back of my head. I was wearing a t shirt and shorts driving bare footed, M was wearing some sort of loose skirt. I guess I was content in who I was, but I didn't realize how much I had been missing. I liked being independent, and thought of just as who I was, and not labeled by being someone's girlfriend, as if that described the person I am.”“At the same time, I think I can live with that when I'm with you. You treat me like I'm special and have never looked down on me, even when I wasn't with you. If being with you means that I am equated with all the good things about you, then that is an honor I can. Fifteen minutes later they were at the gates to the catfish farm. Eddie blew his horn and waited.Wes: You see those cameras and the dogs. If you wanted to go in that compound uninvited you would need an armored vehicle at least to crash the gates.Eddie: If these two really were Swamp Dog alumni, there is a chance there is some heavy duty shit underground that would turn an armored car into an armored oven.Wes: Yeah that's what I would do. Here they come.What they thought were two men was.