Everyone else had gone to escort Laura back to bed and spend a while talking in her cabin."Well this is a lovely sight," Charley said.Lisa looked at h...m shocked and said, "Mr. Wilson, what—I mean—" Please call me Charley, that's who I am for this trip, just Charley." Wow," Sallie suddenly said, "so Cathy is—Cathy is—" Cathy is just Cathy and nothing else, okay," Charley said."Yes Sir," Betty said a little amazed."Are you comfortable," Sallie asked seeing Charley squirming in his seat."Actually. You'll keep him."Carlie left with a plate of tamales. A BIG plate. I brought a plate over to Mister Jackson. His wife met me at the door."Tamales negros," I told her. "They are sweet. Mister Jackson gave me the banana leaves to wrap them properly."She smiled. "The old goat will be very happy to get these, Carlita. Thank you."And I went back home to wait for my husband.Tonight's class night. I have already invited Pat and Brindy to dinner with us. We will have tamales for dessert.Brindy comes. "The snack Mom shared with me," Cory brazenly replied."Is there any left?" Alex asked."No, I ate it all," Cory responded, as I remained stoic and ashamed."I could use a snack," my oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation."Me too," I added, staring at my son's cock and licking my lips with wanton intent."Maybe next car stop," Cory suggested."I'm definitely stopping," Alex said. "I could use a bathroom break anyway." God, it's hot back here," Cory said, also taking his shirt. .." her voice trailed away."Not real," Mr. Waterman said. "Close, but not yet. Not real. Real, and Waterman not come close in race. Young one, I teach you many good things. How to sit straighter, how to move feet, legs. Very sore, eh?" Very sore," Kennedy agreed."Wait," he said, and vanished into the boathouse.Deb stared at Kennedy. "I never was sure about the stories, not until I met Mr. Waterman. Even then... it's hard to believe." In the three years since I saw a vampire turn to dust and.