We combined dinner with a movie or a play; or stayed at her place eating take-out and watching old movies on video, and ended our evenings playing a r...nning game of Scrabble. By our sixth date she was whipping my ass by eight thousand points.My sister Faye had us over for lunch one Sunday afternoon. My brother Paul and his wife Cathy were there, too. They all loved her immediately and I knew if I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders that I had better treat Melody right; like I would. I have plans for you and you’ll like it.” She winked.He stared at her and his cock betrayed him yet again and she saw it. She always did somehow. Turning him to face away from the glass wall, she pushed him behind the partition and grabbed his face, kissing him full on the lips. She shifted a hand from his face to his cock and rubbed it slowly. He groaned and pushed her off before she went further. “Ok, you’ve made your point” he said, breathing hard. “I’ll get a taxi” . I even noticed Clarisa pull off the highway, and I noticed her pull of the main road and down a long driveway and through a field that led to an old farm house. The car pulled to a stop at the right side of the house. The exterior of the house was layered in old dead vines that covered the chipping red paint of the pine board siding. "Come on in" Sandy said, as she laughed and giggled. When we entered the house my draw dropped into a state of shock. The room was dark except for the red glow. ’ He intoned, completing his 180 and continuing to follow the coastline. What a beautiful fucking ocean! This place would make one hell of a vacation spot if it wasn’t so completely fucked up. Right turn at the mouth of the river…slow it down to eighty knots but keep it low. The familiar reference points were ahead…hard climbing right turn…pop ‘er up…there it was…the village to the left, the small steel planked runway to the right. No CIA Air America, Helio Courier or Porter on the runway…it.