Shouldering my BPS and survival bag we began a stealth ascent into the dense woods. Hopes were to slowly come out the otherside of this tiny, thin str...pped Island and stumble upon a flock of Ducks taking advantage of the southern hospitality of the river. The fine art of walking quiet with a big dog and rubber waders with gear across dry leaves and blown twigs is challenging. Choosing paths in the woods is like choosing paths in life. The whole world before us and yet the paths cut out of the. .I was eagerly waiting for evening to fall, finally at 8 pm, I heard the bell ring, she was not wearing anything special but she was having a bag in her hand, I opened the door and let her in and asked as to why she didn’t change her dress, she replied her in-laws were at home and they would ask as to why she was dressing up like this, so she took the dress in the bag,, she asked me what I would have for dinner, but I didn’t want to loose time and said I had from out and it would be better she. The man shrieked and shot his load up his wife’s ass, and then the woman turned around towards the door and said. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” Something told Shirley that the naughty wife knew she was watching. The couple sort of reminded her of her relationship with young Jamal. The man who was hurriedly pulling his pants back on as she walked briskly back down stairs was only about 26 and his wife was a wealthy woman in her late 50’s, even though she dressed much younger and. ‘Sure, just for you Utah.’ I extended my hand, ‘Kitty Cat here to take you to your weekend destination.’ We shook hands and I sized him up. Utah was terribly handsome. He was tall, had dark curly hair that came to his shoulders. Behind his beard he had a youthful cuteness. Well groomed and the scent he wore was intoxicating. (Yes I have a thing for guys that smell good.) Utah and I kept giving each other glances while we waited for his bag. We made small talk in the car. Apparently Utah talked.