For a brief moment, I thought of teaching her about the joys of golden showers, but I decided to save that lesson for another time. "Wow, it sure is h...t out here!" I said to her, breaking the awkward silence while we each answered nature's call."Yes it is!" she called back. "Hey, can you hand me a few of those paper towels?" I handed her the roll, she thanked me, and dried herself off. "Wow, Uncle James, that was really intense! Nobody ever played around with my ass like that before; not. ‘It seems we’re at an impasse here,’ he observed. Still breathing heavily, Andrea put her hands on her hips and grinned triumphantly. ‘I guess we are. But I’m not leaving.’ He looked her up and down. ‘We could both fit in the tub at the same time,’ he suggested. Andrea’s confidence deserted her entirely. ‘Wait, what?’ Still holding her gaze, Derek began to unbuckle his belt, as if issuing a challenge. Andrea bit her lip. ‘You’re bluffing,’ she said finally. ‘Am I?’Derek finished taking off his. “Stop!” he ordered, his command cutting through the chill air. “Do you greet a friend this way?” They looked open-mouthed at him, scarcely believing their eyes, and he turned to face a sight that unnerved him, as well.Jona and the others joined him as he awaited the arrival of a huge, striped cat, which was almost daintily picking its way from stone to stone across the river. The contrast between the way it moved and the way it looked was startling. Its buff colored pelt was interspersed with. She saw the manager through his windowed booth. He was a fat, squat man with mustache that didn’t fit. He looked like a porn addict, not that she had any room to judge, being what she was./o0o\ The room was spattered with cowboys riding bulls, lassos spinning about their heads, revolvers in their hands. Off to the corner, Indians were given looks of bloodlust. She’d never escape it. Not in the heart of the south. There were two beds and a TV. Broken of course. She was sensing a theme here, all.