. back to the Roadhouse.The Roadhouse is kind of out in the middle of nowhere. We're several miles off the nearest Interstate, and twenty minutes on a...secondary highway out from the nearest centre of civilization. There's open land, mostly desert, all around us. My dad started the Roadhouse, after he got out of the Army.He had visions of making it rich, but between various downturns in the economy, and a change in the way the Interstate was routed, there was never enough traffic, so never. ." Don't be a spoilsport!," she interrupted, "Grab the blanket and follow me. I know just the spot."I knew that there was no reasoning with her. I just hoped she knew of a spot where the cops wouldn't nail us for indecent exposure or lewd and lascivious conduct. She took my hand and we made our way along the edge of the crowd, heading east toward the Yacht Basin. Darkness was settling in and I knew that the fireworks would be starting in a few minutes.She led me past the Yacht Basin toward a. ”His muscles tensed as Tobin’s fingertips touched him. No, not tensed, Tobin realized with delight—flexed. He wanted to show off.Tobin was happy to oblige. He ran his fingertips around the ridges of Trevor’s abs lovingly, tracing their contours.“I’m impressed,” he said. “I’ve done endless crunches, I can’t get close to this.”“Oh yeah? Show me.”Tobin stood and untucked his button-down shirt. He undid it from the top, finally letting it hang open for a moment before dropping it behind him. Trevor. ‘I’ve always been curious about other women,’ she said, ‘but you know how the world looks at women who are like that.’ ‘It’s not as bad as it used to be,’ I said, but I know what you’re talking about. Would you like to just take it a little bit at a time to find out for yourself?’ ‘Would you just get naked for me?’ she asked. All I was wearing was a frothy looking robe over string bikini panties so that didn’t take long. I stood before her and waited as she reached to touch me, her fingers.