’ ‘Um, maybe we should get dressed before some farmer comes along and sees us.’ ‘Well, mine are in the car.’ She smiled a sheepish grin. ‘...o, um, what about that breakfast you promised me?’ He stood and helped her to her feet. ‘Let’s get dressed first. Then maybe we should go clean up at my place before breakfast. And I’ll even give you a choice. We can go out or I can cook for you.’ ‘I love home made breakfasts.’ She blushed bright pink from head to foot. ‘Maybe we should eat first then. I do my research. Then I go out and I get it, and then I come home. That's shopping, Ryan style. Women? Well, lets just say that if at least ten different things aren't tried on, then how do you know you got the right one? Am I Right, Ladies?But, like the lamb to the slaughter, I let myself be led.Seriously though, I did sit there and think about it. Did I really want a long weekend, cooped up with the ex-wife and all the kids? How did it make me feel? I did feel somewhat ambushed, but then, I. My eyes could'nt leave her body even if I tried. Baby girl knew what she wanted, fuck the talking part. This girl had on a pair of open toe black pumps and a long black trenchcoat. Yeah I knew what was under that. But I did'nt. To my pleasant suprise, she didn't have a birthday suit on underneath;that was too cliche anyhow. Gracing her sleek body was a black, see-through lace, lingerie set. I saw chocolate brown nipples and a prim bush down below. I like dat she kept it hairy and natural,it. .. Anyway, Gap was bragging that he could beat anyone in the place at arm wrestling. Your father and him had a history, and Bob was tired of his constant bullshit. Of course, your father also had his killer competitive streak, so he took Gap’s challenge. It was someone’s bright idea for them to each write down what the loser would have to do as a dare. What did you write down, Bob?”“I don’t remember ... Something pretty normal, like asking the Major’s wife out on a date, or something else.