The conversation hangs mid-air – neither of us wanting to bring up the previous afternoon, but both of us looking for the encore. We stammer over su...ject after subject, trying to avoid the main one. We eventually just sit quietly, looking out over the river at the wildlife that provides an alternative distraction.I look at him, he is lying down, in a t-shirt and shorts, there is a light breeze but his hair is gelled down so it doesn’t move. God, he is devilishly attractive. I’d jump on him now.. ... Telling me he will start with scents then the taste.I am to identify each smell then taste. He waves something in front of my nose slowly catching a sweet smell he waves it againasking what it is telling him it is a strawberry ,he then tells me to part my lips open my mouth and suck then bite what a wonderful taste he feeds me the strawberry.Now the second scent he waves it under my nose a couple of times a sweet chocolate smell part your lips as I do he slides his finger in telling me to. You can nap afterwards." Okay Mama," Mike replied.He headed back to the stairs and carried his duffel up to his old room. While the main floor of the house had changed, as well as his mom, his room was exactly as he remembered it, just cleaner. His old posters of various swimsuit models were still hanging, his old computer still sat on his desk and even his old clothes were still hanging in the closet. He shook his head as he stripped out of his clothes and headed to the linen closet for a. By eight-thirty they were ready. Terri looked like a million bucks, thought Ryan.The drive to Reynosa took a little longer than the drive to Progresso because Ryan made a wrong turn near the McAllen Airport. Finally, they parked on the U.S. side as Juan had advised.There was nothing charming about this city. It was big, loud, smelly and dirty. There were several taxi cabs waiting for passengers on the Mexican side. Ryan handed the card to a driver who read it and seemed very surprised. In.