“Now, I know you’re not 21, yet, Mark, so I made a special glass of lime juice for you, while Jen and I enjoy these stiff margaritas.” She winked at me. XXX Nothing under those shorts I’m unfamiliar with!”
“That was a long time ago,” I laughed, “I don’t think it’s quite the same as it was back then.”
“Well we’re due for an update, then.” Said Jen, “C’mon, get those shorts off!” and with that she ran her hand down my chest, slowly, to my stomach, slowly, to the rim of my shorts. “Oh gross, Colette, spit away from the table, please, you redneck! This was the nuclear option. In fact, I didn’t see them when we came in, but that red car in front of the house is hers, so most likely they’re both out back by the pool or something.
