re: FBD - Low and Slow Saturday

NBD SNPA

NBD..... We have friends sleeping over.. I had to dismiss myself down to the man rave....... Actually... It's just my wife's friend..... The husband would be down here with me...... But he is in some foreign land and his wife is stopping in Dallas in route to meet him in Miami.... He travels more than anybody I know....... But I have dove into a Swedish fjord with him after being up all night eating Silja and shooting aquavit...... He's Swedish..... No bikini team showed up.......

Its along the fence that the dark dog barked,,,,,,,,came and went like james said he would.....cant explain it....the dark kept me from being a better brother. But it was something when Sandy found her way to the pool that day. We all had the ability to be better but none of us ever did. Thats just the way it was....nobody judged us....nobody took pictures....hell, a camera was what showed up in a blazing august day when we were supposed to look like we had a future. Sandra had a future....she drove a blazing yellow corvette.....her Daddy did something but nobody knew what. But Sandra knew......she knew she could have anything, any boy......even me.

I won state championships but thats not why Sandra talked to me. I could figure out mathematical equations......but all of us could.....everyone I grew up with could figure out math....and english....and whatever else was expected of us. We came from a place and a time when there were no excuses. You did and that was it. Sure, Jerome was a problem.....and his brother was wasn't far behind but their Dad had the most organized garage I have ever seen. Their Mom stitched a yellow windbreaker with a green "Oregon Track" lettering because that's where I wanted to go to college.....and at that time.....there were no avenues to buy Oregon University jackets in a small Texas town.

The thrill became addictive.....I was just doing what I did...what was expected of me......But Sandra would talk to me when she didnt have to.......at Crystal Beach........and she was in a bikini.....and I was in some baggy shorts with a t-shirt tan....6 foot tall and 110 lbs....she actually begged me to come to her cabin that night.......I was too fricking cool.

But ya know....nothing ever happened outside that house. I did go to Sandras beach cabin and the fantasies didn't come to fruition. She was as stifled as I was. There was some awkward rubbing but she wasnt the sexual Svengali I was hoping for. We had a weird relationship after that night....... She knew I knew she wasnt what everyone else thought she was. But, I reveled in my friends acknowledgement of my conquest.