Once we had our food, we found an empty table and I started reading overthe songs while I ate. They looked really good.The first one was named 'Open Y...ur Eyes (See Me)'. The message remindedme of Taylor Swift's 'You Belong with Me,' even if the sound wascompletely different. Like Taylor's song, it was about trying toconvince a guy that he should be dating me instead of some other girl.I must admit that it felt a little weird to be thinking about singing asong like that. Granted, it was exactly. We talked for a few hours and decided to meet.A couple of hours later. I was thinking that he might be a time waster and thought he wasn't going to show. Then a knock at the door. There he was. He was a good looking chap. We talked for a few minutes when he asked if he could take a quick shower. Poor bloke was sweating pretty bad from the humidity in the wet season. I said that it was ok with me and fetched him a nice fresh towel. I brought the towel in to the bathroom and stopped. My jaw hit. Maybe he heard something downstairs and got spooked, or maybe since his wife was there he was being careful. either way, she was a bit disappointed. So I told her I think he just needs a bit more liquid courage. And I decided to bring out some shots for everyone. One shot led to several, and a bit later we were all totally hammered. This time when he got up to pee, he seemed to have one thing in mind.....those panties. With the guise of re-filling drinks again my wife left us in the hot tub.. Idecided it was time for Betty to take a little vacation.It was such a long drive; I spent the night in El Paso and drove on toLas Cruces the next day. The address was a small diner where he was thefry cook. I entered the run down adobe style building that smelled ofFrench fries and over-cooked meat. I felt like telling the waitressthat I wanted the tube steak special but I didn't. Instead I told thewaitress that I had special cooking instructions and needed to talk tothe cook personally. Billy.