“This is my girlfriend Karen. She doesn’t know why you are here yet. Don’t tell her, just let her watch and find out.”“What shall we have to...drink first? Champagne surely?” As we sipped our drinks from obviously expensive crystal flutes Wendy asked, “Can you guess what he does for a job, Karen?”“Car salesman, real estate, engineer?”“Not even close. Come into the bedroom and find out. Sit in that chair by the bed watch and enjoy. “Show us both why you are here. I will help you undress. Love your. " Champagne?" Well cider then, oh and a couple of joints just for good measure."I nearly broke my neck in my haste to get out and get on with it.It took six hours of climbing up the ladder, climbing trees, balancing precariously on branches, reaching, stretching, but I can say honestly that we enjoyed every minute of it.We stole kisses at every opportunity, sexy little gropes made us giggle like kids behind the bike shed at school. Once as she reached up for a high branch, I unfastened her. I didn't respond, I just set the phone down and continued working.A few minutes later, ping! "Gabby, don't be afraid, it's just a drink ata local spot. They have a great wine list and more craft beers than youcan count. Just say you'll come and if it sucks, you can go back home." Fine," I said, my hands literally shaking as I typed those four letters,"how about 7 p.m."? Nate responded with, "Perfect! I will see you atGrapes and Hops on McDaniel Street." I leaned back in my chair and tooka. Josh and Catrina decided to leave the boys with her parents and drive over on Saturday to New Orleans from Houston for the long Mardi Gras weekend culminating with the finale on Tuesday evening. They stayed in Metairie, one of the several suburbs of New Orleans, as most of the hotels in town were already filled or were just plain outrageously overpriced.They got into New Orleans on Saturday afternoon and settled into their hotel room. They had time for a nap before going out to dinner. The nap.