Ask An Old Guy

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 23.



The food melted away quickly. We were all famished. Conversation was light, mostly salutations about the food and talk about "the weather." Emmie made us promise to play croquet with her after breakfast. I caught Shea's eye after we'd thus promised and we shared a smile.

"Is there a store close by? I need some fresh, uh, well, underwear and few other items." Shea queried the table. I immediately pointed to Emmie. "She's your expert guide, Shea. Emily knows shopping like the back of her hand."

"Goody. We'll all go right after croquet." Emmie bubbled up.

"Why don't you two set up the croquet course, and I'll do up these dishes in the mean time. Shea, if you'll be so kind as to fetch the croquet set from the basement. It's right around the corner as you get to the bottom of the steps. The light switch is just inside the doorway leading down. Emmie, can you help Shea?"

"Sure, c'mon, Shea." She remained at the top of the stairs as he went down.

"Hey, you have a pool table." I heard him call up. "It's a nice one."

"Oh, that. That's Jake's pride and joy. He's pretty good too, I think."

"Do you play, Shea?" I queried as he topped the basement steps.

"Oh, sure. I'm not too bad myself."

"C'mon, Shea, let's set it up. Hurry, please?" Emmie implored him holding the back screen door open.

Out of view of Emily I teasingly waved goodbye to Shea. He winked at me, and followed our girl out into the backyard.

"Hmm, he plays pool, eh? He's 'not too bad,' eh?" The birth of a doozey of a plan took immediate root.

I watched from the kitchen window in front of the sink as they set up the course in the backyard. Emmie was wonderful. Knowing without being told to exhibit reserve and decorum in front of our neighbors she conducted herself admirably. Shea, being the gentleman he is followed her example. She was radiant. Emily is a very affectionate girl so I knew that the restraint she displayed was not easy for her.

Laughing and joking as she read off the directions-Shea set up those hoop things at the referenced intervals. She never looked back at the house as I was watching. She was content and having fun. I decided then to leave them at their play.

I retrieved the morning paper from the front porch stoop and sat at the kitchen table with a fresh cup of java. The sound of the wooden balls being struck by their mallets, coupled with their laughter was kind and reassuring. The morning moved easily along.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 24.



I had moved to my chair and was watching a Tarzan movie when I heard them come thru the back door. They'd been out there a couple hours, if not more.

"You must be so thirsty, Shea. I'll get you a cold one." Emily sounded wonderful.

"Thank you, princess." They sat at the kitchen table and talked about work and such. I half listened/half watched my movie. She could go on forever when you got her started. And Shea, God bless him, had started her up good and proper.

"I wonder where Jake got off to?" She commented after a while.

"I'm in here, you two." I called out to them.

"Oh, eavesdropping on us, eh?" Emily teased.

They walked into the living room hand-in-hand. I hit the mute button.

"Let's go shopping now, ok, guys?"

"Honey, I'm whacked out. You two go ahead without me. I'll stick around and mind the store if that is agreeable. Ok, sweetheart, Shea?"

"Oh, well, ok, I guess." Emmie sounded cautious.

Shea excused himself to use the facilities. Once he was gone, Emmie came to me, sat on my lap, and hugged my neck. "Thank you, for this morning, Jakey. It was so much fun playing croquet with Shea. He let me win. He said he didn't, but, I know better. I like him so, Jake."

"I know you do, baby. You two have fun shopping, and perhaps luncheon before you head back? Call me and you can bring me back something, ok?"

Her eyes welled. "You're so good to me, Jake. You know when I want alone time and you know when I need you with us. You're the best, and I love you so, sweetheart."

"C'mon, now, no crying, Em. Please. Just have fun this afternoon, and this evening we'll have a cookout with the cowboy. How does that sound?"

"Terrific!" She dabbed her eyes with a tissue just as Shea left the bathroom and joined us again.

"Let me freshen up just a little bit before we get going. Ok, boys?" She didn't even climb the steps to her bathroom, instead going the shorter route to the downstairs one.

"She's something else again, Jake. A force of nature."

"I know, Shea. Emily is a true wonderment."

"I'm ready!" Emmie bounded almost instantly from the bathroom. "Let's move it, Shea. Lot's of shopping to do." We all laughed easily. A quick peck on the cheek for me, she held out her hand to Shea who grasped it tightly. They headed for the door.

"Take good care of our girl, Shea."

"Without a doubt, Jake. Adios."

I watched from behind the front screen door. Sure enough she released his hand as they descended the porch steps.

She led the way to her car. I smiled at the sight.

And presently they were gone.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 25.



I was grateful for the solitude. I needed to gather my thoughts. I sat down on my chair, pulled out the leg rest and leaned back, getting my comfortable on.

Last night, in our bedroom with Shea seemed like a eons ago. So much had happened. Too much? Not enough? I was undecided. I needed to recount last night in order to get a bearing on where we were exactly. It was during this virtual playback of the VCR in my mind when the sandman came for me. With a muted Johnny Weissmuller calling forth his elephant herds I surrendered to that sandman.

Once again I was wakened by the telephone. I grabbed it, God knows how many rings in...

" o?"

"Hi, sweetheart. It's me. We're on our way back. We didn't stop for lunch. Wanted to save our appe es for the cook out you promised. Shea is in the store getting us sodas. I wanted to call you real quick to give you a heads up on a favor I need from you. It's a big un."

"Uh, oh," I said to myself.

Turns out she was going to excuse yourself upon arrival, go upstairs and into her bathroom. I was to wait a few minutes, then excuse myself on the pretense that I'd heard her calling me from up there. Then I was to knock twice on the bathroom door before entering. And then she'd tell me the rest. The subterfuge seemed a bit over the top, but, it was Emmie. It's her way.

In the interim I grabbed a soda myself, sat back down, switched back to sound and fled thru the channels. I caught the reflection of the sun off the paint job and chrome as she pulled in.

I got up to look, and found her already exiting the car. "Oh, boy, it must be a big un." Knowing my Emmie: it could be anything twixt wanting to ski Marblehead next weekend, and a trip cross the border into Mexico tomorrow morn. She waited for Shea to join her and they walked up together, hands free.

" o, young lovers." I greeted them happily.

"Wow, did we shop. Shea even helped me pick out some things for his new apartment."

Shea and I shared a smile.

"The girl can shop." Shea added.

"Guy's I hate to be rude, but, I need to go upstairs for just a little bit." She shot me a furtive glance and some kind of upward nod and then scampered up the stairs. The bathroom door shut quietly.

"Shea, she wants to talk to me alone." I said in hushed tones. "She called from the road a few minutes ago. She's up to something. God only knows what it is. If you'll excuse me?"

"Sure, Jake, take your time. I'll get the packages out of the car and bring them in."

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 26.



I felt silly knocking twice, but, what the .

"Is that you, J?"

"No, it's Ish Kabbible."

I went in.

"What's up, Em?" She was on the toilet. I took my seat on the edge of the bathtub, per the usual.

"Don't be a smarty." She admonished.

"Ok, I'm sorry, what's up?"

"I want to give Shea a very special present tonight. But, I need your permission."

My stomach tightened immediately at the word "permission."

"What is it, Em?"

"I want to give him my butt."

"You what?" I was floored.

"Shush. He'll hear you."

"No way, Jose'."

"Why not? Don't be mean, Jake."

"Mean, my foot. He's just way too big for you back there. He'd hurt you, Emmie."

"Nonsense. You even said I was very brave after I took it all last night. Sure, it was in my other, you know private place, but, it still fit quite easily in there."

I knew now it was a mistake to deceive her. I silently cursed myself for the deception.

"Emmie, you can say 'my pussy.' It's ok."

"No, no. Good girls don't say such things. And I want to be your good girl. Yours and Shea's. Please say 'yes,' for me?"

"No."

"I'll cry. He'll see."

She was becoming petulant, and she was impossible then. I had to do something.

"And if you cry, he will indeed see, and he'll get upset and most likely want to leave. And then, then you won't get the present I was going to give to you tomorrow afternoon, before Shea leaves."

"You bought me a present?" She leveled a smidgeon.

"I didn't buy it, I created it."

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise."

"I know that. But, what is it?"

Emmie had never quite accepted the process and reality of "the surprise." This afternoon was no different.

"As a surprise I will not tell you, until I am ready to give it to you tomorrow afternoon."

"You're mean."

I grabbed her moist towelette case and held it open for her. "Thank you." She wiped a few times, flushed the toilet, pulled up her panties and shorts, washed her hands thoroughly, checked herself in the mirror above the sink and sat down on the toilet seat lid which I had, in the interim lowered, per the usual.

Obviously we were not finished.

"I thank you in advance for my present, but, I still want to give Shea my butt. I even bought a portable enema kit this afternoon when Shea wasn't looking."

"You're not listening, Em, he's way too big. No."

Her eyes welled. She grabbed a small piece of toilet paper off the roll and dabbed at the tears, per the usual.

"Damn it, Em." God help me, I caved in. "How bout this, sweetheart, I'll go downstairs and speak to Shea about it. See what he thinks. How does that sound?"

She looked spears thru me. "Oh, my God. Are you crazy? I'd die of shame if he knew about this."

"That's ridiculous. If you end up doing it he'll have to know about it. Right?"

"Oh, yeah, that is right. How silly of me."

"Can I go down now?"

"Wait. Tell him it's your idea. Tell him I'm indifferent and I will go along with whatever you two decide. Ok?"

"No, Emily, I'm going to tell him the truth. That's the only way."

"Oh, alright. But, I'll wait here. Remember, knock twice when you come back............go on, what are waiting for? Hurry. He's down there all alone wondering what in the world has become of us." Almost as an afterthought she added: "I hope he goes balls deep tonight. I read about that in my last month's issue of Cosmopolitan."

I shook my head as I left the bathroom. I heard her throw the lock as I trudged down the steps.

"She's driving me nuts." I said to myself upon leaving that bathroom.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 27.


"What's going on, guy?" Shea queried me upon arrival. I also took quick notice that the living room was chock full of packages and shopping bags. Emmie had been busy, per the usual.

"Long story short, Shea, she wants you to take her anal cherry tonight. She wants to give you, as she puts it "her butt" as a present." I figured, just get to the damn point. No shilly-shallying about. Shea's jaw dropped precipitously.

I explained to him the whole kit and caboodle: Emily's proposal, our unintended joint ruse about her taking "all in" upstairs last night. "Her bravery." The whole enchilada. I held nothing back, save the secret purchase of the enema kit when he wasn't looking this afternoon, her referencing last month's issue of Cosmo, and of course her threats to cry in front of him if she didn't get her way. I could confess only so much.

"She's determined, Shea."

"I think one more night of withholding the whole truth will be less hurtful, than if we ruined our evening with the whole truth." Shea went on: "You can both trust me. I would never hurt Emily in any way, Jake. Please believe me."

I offered my hand to him. Shea never missed a beat. He grasped it firmly, we shook vigorously.

"Excuse me, Shea. I'll relay the good news to your princess."

"Please, Jake, permit me. I'd so enjoy this privilege."

I stopped dead in my tracks. "Don't do it, Jake." I silently beseeched myself.

The good side of my inner Jake admonished me: "NO!" The evil side of my inner Jake wholeheartedly brazened: "YES!"

I did a stiff about face...

"I think that's a swell idea, Shea. Knock twice, my good man. Now, forward, march!"

When Shea started for the staircase I commenced a silent count backwards from 60,..59, 58,57......At 39 I confirmed his second soft knock upon the bathroom door.

"Who's there, is that you, Jakey?" Her soft voice low.

"No, princess, it's me, Shea."

The scream, her scream even alarmed me and I was counting on it. I figured right off I'd better go up. I took the staircase three steps at-a-time and arrived I suppose about count 19 or so.

"Go away, Shea. Go away, please." Emmie wailed. "I'll never forgive Jake for sending you up here like this. Oh, my God."

Shea was all smiles and silenced me with a hand signal. I stopped at his command, and stepped to the side. He knew.

"Emily. Jake didn't send me. I requested that he let me come and see you. I wanted to thank you for the wonderful present you've entrusted me with."

"Oh, Lord. I'm so embarrassed. You should go just go now Shea. Please."

"Princess, it's ok. Let me in. I want to talk to you."

"No way, Jose'. You're both are so mean. I could never face you now. Jake ruined it. Please just go away. Oh, God."

"Baby, it's ok, let me take care of my little princess tonight, please?"

A couple of soft sniffles emanated from within'. "You won't laugh at me, Shea, ever?"

"Never. I'll cherish your present forever and ever, princess. It's the most wonderful present I've ever received."

"And you'll be sure to take good care of me always, but, especially tonight?"

"I promise, Emily. Cross my heart."

In the interminable silence that followed the lock finally released. "You may come in now, Shea."

I do not know what was said between them. I never asked. I decided to allow them their privacy and I thus retreated to the living room, and my chair and awaited their return. After awhile they came down, Shea leading Emmie by the hand. She ran to me, sat in my lap, hugged my neck and whispered in my ear:

"We're even now."

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 28.



The cookout was a resounding success. Filets, fresh corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, washed down with home made sweet tea. We had regrouped in the living room, relaxing, too full to move. The dishes would wait. I'd taken up station on my chair of course, while Emmie was finally able to corral her cowboy upon the couch. He was sitting on the far end, boots off, socked feet up upon the coffee table, her head in his lap, facing him, her cheek up against his belt buckle while he ever so gently stroked her soft hair. She was dozing. I could tell. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even and effortless. Our eyes met, and Shea gave me a nod of kindness. I smiled back.

Presently, the evening light failed the sky. I carefully placed her little quilt over Emmie. She stirred momentarily, then fell back into slumber. Shea had by now joined her in sleep. His fingers still carefully holding several strands of her hair. I turned on the floor lamp next to my chair to it's lowest setting, grabbed the TV Guide off the near end of the coffee table and quietly perused it.

Our truly magical evening had begun.

A half hour later I was doing up the dishes as quietly as possible. Just about the time I'd finished Emmie padded into the kitchen in her slippers, looking sleepy, though contented.

"I dozed off, didn't I, honey?"

"Yes, you certainly did. You needed that little nap. You were over-tired, huh, baby-girl?"

"Boy, oh boy, was I. I feel much better now."

"How's your Shea doing?"

"He's still asleep. I covered him with my quilt. He looks very comfy. Come and see, Jake. He's so cute." I marked the moment in my mind: Emmie never lent that quilt out, ever.

I hung up the dish towel, went over to the doorway, and peeked into the living room. Shea was fast asleep, sitting up. He looked completely relaxed though.

"He's my cowboy, you know. He let me take off his boots when you were upstairs after supper. They feel so soft and leathery. I just love 'em."

"Jake, when do you suppose we'll start, you know, having our time together tonight? I can't wait to give Shea his present.

"Well, why don't you help me prepare dessert and a pot of fresh coffee. Then we'll wake your cowboy and see what he thinks. Sound good, angel?"

"It sounds scrumptious."

Emily started the coffee while I prepared the ice cream sundaes. Vanilla ice cream topped with chocolate and maraschino cherries.

Once she'd started the coffee, Emily insisted that she wake Shea.

"Gently, girl. He's in for a long night." I teased. I patted her bottom sending her on her way.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 29.


I heard Shea's deep laughter all at once and peeked around the corner from the kitchen. He'd surprised Emmie by playing possum and had gathered her into his arms upon his lap. She quickly wrestled into a position straddling his waist as he continued his good natured laugh. He held her bottom now with both hands, hefting the tight twin globes. I think he was judging the challenge and work ahead of him this fine night, or, so I enjoyed imagining such an ulterior motive and plan.

"I dislike having to interrupt two young lovers such as yourselves, but, the ice cream is beginning to melt. If you'd be so kind as to pass out the dishes, Emmie, I'll go back for the coffee."

"Yippee! Ice cream." Emmie's favorite dessert was ice cream.

"Here's yours, Shea."

"Thank you, princess. And thank you, Jake." As I walked back in with the coffee tray.

Over dessert we talked about their afternoon purchases. The bags and packages still loitered the living room in full force. Most items were to start Shea's household. I was told intently by Emily.

"Gosh, I wish I could help you set all these neat things up, Shea. What is your apartment like?"

"It's empty, but, because of your expert guidance today I'll have somewhere to start. Maybe you could even come by sometime and show me how all this stuff works, huh, princess?"

"Yes, maybe I could." Emmie answered back cautiously as out of the corner of my eye I saw her glance my way.

Several minutes after Emily had poured the coffee I put my aforementioned plan into action.

"I have a suggestion, youngsters."

"Uh, oh." Emmie immediately piped up in her incomparable way & tone. She was of course sitting close to Shea on the couch, knees drawn up, her coffee mug gripped in both hands.

"How bout a pool tournament twixt myself and Shea? First prize is the right side of the bed for the entire night."

We both looked at Shea simultaneously.

"Sure, I'm up for it."

"One warm up game, then best 2 out of 3 games of Eight Ball. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Shall we adjourn to the basement, my good man?"

"Lead the way, kind sir."

"I can come, can't I? I want to watch, please?" Emmie implored us as we moved thru the living room.

"Of course, little one, if it's ok with Shea, it's jake with Jake." An old inside joke passed the two preoccupied love birds by in an instant.

"C'mon, princess, you're with me." He held his hand out to her, she ran to him and clutched it tightly.

"Oh, boy. Thanks, guys."

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 30.



"What's this doing down here, Jake? I just saw this case in the upstairs hall closet not two days ago." My black leather cue case was sitting atop the pool table where I had deposited it during their earlier nap.

"That's my Dufferin."

"I know what it is, Jake, but, you only take that Dufferin to the tournaments in Santa Fe." Her brow was furrowed. She looked adorably cross. "What's it doing down here, Jake?"

"This is a tournament, is it not, Shea?"

"Sure is. All's fair in love and war, princess." Shea smiled broadly. His princess didn't look so jovial.

Shea made a choice from the cue rack hanging on the wall and chalked up.

"Jakey, you should be ashamed of yourself." She moped on down to the far end of the pool table and sank into one of the tall chairs I'd purchased from a going out of business sale at a local billiard hall years ago. A glance her way was met by a disapproving glare. "Yikes!" I said aloud and winked at her. She crossed her arms in response.

"Shea, as our guest, you may break the practice game."

Shea proved no slouch at pool. Uh, uh. I'd be challenged that was plain to see from the very start. But, it was my house, my table, and it was my bed.

He sank the 8 ball to end the practice session to the wild cheers of his favorite fan.

"Yea, for Shea! Yea, for Shea!" She chanted again and again without end.

The first game was a blitz. Shea turned out to be quite cold blooded. I glanced Emmie's way again and was met by the sight of her sticking her tongue out at me. I rolled my eyes in response.

Game two was an act of vengeance. I granted my adversary no mercy. I brought forth the full complement of my pool a en. I beat him flat, "Eddie Felson" style. And no one came to break my thumbs behind frosted glass.

I broke the final game and we got down to it. The basement had grown deathly quiet. Even our girl had went stock still. Just the sound of ivory smacking each other around and leather tips making solid contact each and every time.

I missed. As Shea sized up the table I stole a glance Emmie's way. She'd softened, and with the brightest eyes imaginable mouthed the words "Please, for me?" I shook my head emphatically "No." She placed her hands together in silent prayer as those eyes, my God, those gorgeous eyes pleaded for mercy. I steeled myself though and shook her off.

Shea finally missed. I'd been to this place many a time in Santa Fe: this was my killing ground. Two more balls and then the 8. No problem. I chalked up, bent to the task, the first one fell, dead in it's pot. The second followed suit. The cue ball, obeying the directive I'd sent it to came to rest precisely where I'd commanded it after first nudging the 8 into position. Unfortunately for the two youngsters in basement attendance the 8 was D.O.A. "Right corner pocket,,,,straight." I said it with a clarity and a conviction that surprised even it's author.

I'd cut that black heart just enough to avoid following it home. I straightened up, reached for the chalk and took my time. I bent again, then compromised my close focus and found in the long view her face, crisp and clear and so close to perfection. I could no longer read that face correctly though. She was just so absolutely gorgeous. My heart stopped just for an instant. I swear it. For some damn reason she slowly stood, breaking the long view and sending me instantly back into close focus. Pure white and black were once again alone and so very sharp. I shot it true. The 8 hit the pocket hard and jammed. It never made the pot. The cue ball? It caromed wildly left and found a home for the night in it's own bed, left corner pocket....straight.

It was she, Emily who finally broke the eerie silence as she bounded forward hugging my neck first, then running to Shea to hug his. Tears had welled, yes once again, tears had welled in those eyes as she couldn't stop hugging us in turn. Shea and I were finally (between the endless hugs) able to shake hands as she jumped up and down in her joy. A firm handshake is a true measure of a man and Emmie was correct in her appraisal from the start. Shea was a man's man. It was during I'd guesstimate the third round of hugs when she whispered in my ear: "Thank you, Jake, I'll never forget what you did for me, my darling boy." Then she scampered after Shea for yet the start of another round of hugs. What a cutie.

[mavs>spurs]

this is some dumbass, stupid, ed up . any man who is into this cuckoled isn't a man at all.

[Trill Clinton]

sup with all these book quotes?

[mavs>spurs]

i'm thinking culbear actually wrote this gay dude

[Trill Clinton]

@ chapter 30. Guiseppe, you wrote this , b?

[Giuseppe]

Of course I wrote it.

[Trill Clinton]

what is the book about?

[Giuseppe]

A weekend of fantasy fulfillment in the cuckhold category.

[Trill Clinton]

Oh okay...I wouldn't let any of my off line friends read that .

[BlackSwordsMan]

you actually think he wrote any of that ? you're lucky enough to get a sentence out of him without his dumbass repeating his same quotes

[Magua]

What are the 39 Steps?

[Giuseppe]

you actually think he wrote any of that ? you're lucky enough to get a sentence out of him without his dumbass repeating his same quotes

Don't be jealous, Swordsy.

[monosylab1k]

How many chapters of this is there, Cully? I know lakaluva will bricks if you ever get around to writing chapter 134.

[Giuseppe]

46 Chapters.

[Brandon Bass]

46 Chapters.

Good loa'd thas a lotta chapters!

[Giuseppe]

WARNINGS:::It's get a little freaky here on out. At one point I'm in bed with the guy and he's commanding me to do his bidding. At another point I get my oil checked, and at yet still another juncture I'm checkin' an asshole.

[manufan10]

How many chapters of this is there, Cully? I know narutoluva will bricks

fify

if you ever get around to writing chapter 134.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter 31.



We reassembled in the living room, me on my Lazy Boy, those two hands-in-hands on the couch. Emily facing away from me. Emmie was talking a mile a minute to Shea about how they would to be "bunking" together. Yep, she actually said the word "bunking." I bet that one wasn't in her Cosmo. About how she liked to be held, but, only after she'd fallen asleep. How he should check on her every now and again, because that was the rule. And to make sure her favorite quilt was close to her at all times. That her mama and pa had given it to her on her wedding day and that she'd never slept without it a single night. (Note to my inner Jake: whatever you do don't forget that damn quilt tomorrow afternoon.) I saw him grinning ear-to-ear over her shoulders.

By the time our girl had wound down we were both in s ches.

"I'm a little scared. That's why I'm carrying on so." She said quietly as she once again sat back against the couch cushions. She'd let go of his one hands, but, not the other. No way.

We fell silent.

"Should I go upstairs now and get ready, guys?"

"I think that's a good idea, princess." Shea said as he put his arm around and took her in close.

"Jake, you haven't forgotten about my present tomorrow, have you?" She turned to me.

"Of course not, girl. Tomorrow afternoon for certain."

"I wouldn't ask you again to tell me what it is, unless you wanted to tell me. Do you want to tell me?"

"Emmie, no."

"Oh, alright. I'm just stalling anyway. I'm goin', I'm goin'."

And away she went, swiftly leaving the living room and bounding the steps.

We immediately heard both the bath water and her humming start simultaneously. She was going to leave the bathroom door open. We smiled at one another, leaned over and knocked knuckles.

"Shea, the bathroom there has a small, but, very functional shower. You go first and then I'll take a rinse."

"Sounds great. Let me search thru these bags real quick. I bought some shaving gear."

After he shut the bathroom door I tidied up the living room as best I could, ran up real quick and grabbed some fresh clothes for myself. The running bathwater easily covered the sound of my trespass. Emmie was sitting on the toilet seat lid intently reading the back of a package. "Uh, oh." I did an impression of Emmie to myself. She was still reading and humming as I tiptoed past on my way back down.

Showered, shaved and groomed the two of us were playing the waiting game. Shea had decided on just his jeans and a pair of white socks. His build was impressive.

I was a bit more conservative. Pants, shirt and socks. My build? Not so impressive.

I'd made a pitcher of Marguerites to refresh us. They'd hit the spot and mellowed us just a tad.

"Where is that girl? Emily, c'mon!" I called up.

"I'm comin', I'm comin'."