There was a letter for the female cook. Louise stopped dead in her tracks when she walked onto Marie and the cook kissing and groping. “You’re try...ng to get us all locked up ?”, hissed Louise“I have to get it somewhere since you’re monopolizing my girlfriend”, yelled MarieThe two women were toe to toe. The cook separated them, and Louise stomped off.“Just what we need to get us thrown out…a catfight”, said the fat cook with her southern French accent.. Her pussy lips glistened, and they were engorged and slightly parted. She was obviously aroused. And angry. Finally I focused on the riding crop in her hand.Her bright red lips said "Just can't keep to your word, can you, little miss?" "What do you mean? Dinner is just about ready." The words barely came out of my mouth."I told you I wanted dinner on the table by eight. Not after eight. Eight. And I certainly did not tell you to play with your cock. If I wanted to let you play with it,. She went off with some other guy.”“What? She quit a good-looking guy like you? He musta been a movie star.”“Huh!” Curtis snorted out.“Well, she musta been crazy. You’re better off without her. You get to California and you’re gonna have those surfer girls all over you. You like that?”Curtis shrugged again.“Courtesy, Courtesy, Courtesy. You’re gonna fry your brain with that shit. Maybe too late.”The sun was in their eyes as it sunk towards the horizon.“I’m gonna stop in Sonora and catch some. It was ok but not great. We each caught a couple of fish and threw all but two back. Ray kept them; I already had enough to take home. Once Ray had gone I used the outdoor shower again. I tried to get her to join me, but she wasn’t interested. I asked her, “One more time?” She shook her head, “No, thanks, I’m kind of sore down there. I’m not used to all this screwing. Can’t we wait until next weekend? But…I…could…give you a going away present, though.” She dropped to her knees and took my.