"So, so what happened?" inquired Misty, her fingers tightening as she held Miranda's hand, causing the old man to give a short, distant sigh."Well, si...ce you asked, ma'am," he continued with smile and a short laugh that revealed that he indeed was missing three of his worn looking teeth, "That houndour followed me for days. I recon it was the scent of the liver I was carrin', 'cause back in them days, we didn't have all them fancy medical advances and all that. Anyway, I traveled non-stop for. He'd grown to accept her reasons for colluding with his mom on the date thing and no longer held a grudge. He was beginning to think of her as a special friend, wishing sometimes that it could be more but accepting that it couldn't. The memory of seeing her boobs practically falling out of her bra when she was doing stretches on the kitchen floor always brought a little smile to his face and a little stirring in his underwear. Not that it would have made any difference but he supposed the two. Saturday morning I was just settling down with Mrs. Behn when a small boy dragging a towel informed me that his mom said he could come over here. The children played a bit, Ann proposed an "eat whatever you want out of the fridge" luncheon, and soon thereafter we were off to La Jolla Shores. Hilda and Eric (the boy) fought over the Styrofoam surfboard and a group of idiots flinging sand at one another managed to impregnate Mrs. Behn.I swam a bit. Ann waded and basked. We herded the kids and. " she said with a smile. "Hi." I replied as I got my money. I went into the mall area for a late lunch and a walk around. About an hour later I headed back to the tables. I still had 5 hours to kill and couldn't think of anything betterto do. When I got back to the poker area I again passed by the masseuse. "Hi, good looking." Again with a smile. "Hi." "Do you want a massage?" I had to wait a bit for a seat. "Sure. That would be great." I sat down with my chest against the pad she had against.