Californians suffered rolling blackouts throughout that summer, which put us permanently on call, and my father was eager for me to take on more respo...sibility in the hopes that, somewhere down the road, I'd take over for him when he went into retirement. Me, I'd settle for building a nice bridge or two, maybe a progressive corporate complex with LEED-certified amenities...but I digress.If Monica had one job that summer, it was coming up with new ways for us to fuck. Sometimes she liked to play. I parked in a lot and walked toward a big, slow-moving creek that wound its way into the lake. I knew that it was deep. My heart began to beat faster; I can't swim, and am terrified of drowning. But in a strange way, this fear is also a turn-on. I can't explain it. Maybe it's the helplessness, the vulnerability, which in my dreams leads to the best part: my handsome hero. As I approached the creek bank, my heart beat even faster. There he was! A few hundred feet upstream, at the boat launch,. She only kissed me for a second and then she pulled away a few inches and looked into my eyes."Yes, I was awake when you got out of bed this morning. I felt your hand on my boob and I felt your dick poking me in the butt and maybe I should have been bothered by that, but I wasn't. You know that I've been kinda self-conscious about my little boobs and little butt and . . . I've dated a little bit but I never got sexual with anybody and I was actually kinda wondering if I looked enough like a. .. possibly for the first time in many months."Yes, you were, Mol. You were crazy in the best way. So what about it? What would be the biggest highlight from your sexual resume?" Jim. I ... I shouldn't say any more." That's a pretty weak protest, Molly. Why shouldn't you say more? It's just you and me. Hubby's out of town, right?" Molly nodded. "Where are the kids?" With Mom. No rush there. They love being there and she and Dad love having them." Cool. So? Tell me something," Jim entreated..