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Shortly after the pie, I was contacted by the boss.

"We"re moving you to the Gulfcoast for a new project." I had worked in the area shortly following Katrina, and made good friends there, so this was a good move for me. The plus to this was it wasactually a shorter drive for the two of us, when we chose to see each other.

The first couple weeks were not fun, but made it thru.  I found an apartment really close to the job, rented furniture, got cable, and invited her to come for the weekend. She had never spent any time in the region, and so when she arrived we decided to take a drive. The water was only a block from the apartment, with a 4 lane highway running east and west. We drove for an hour or so and decided to stop for a cocktail. We made our way back to a place I knew of nearby, went inside and immediately to the back bar. This place was and is amazing. They have the greatest queso dip I have ever had. The bartender did however look at me strange when I requested jalepenos on the side. We had a couple drinks and decided to return to the apartment. This is way before the five minute rule, which will be explained in a later version.

I suggested a walk, we changed clothes and headed down to the beach. We walked the edge of surf till dusk, then back home. I aksed her if she would like a dip in the pool, she had forgotten her suit. I said no worries, you can borrow a t shirt. She agreed and we were off to the hot tub. It was a very large shirt, and it went to her kness. We were the only people there for like 30 seconds. She was sitting on my lap, with nothing on but that t shirt, and 2 ***** come blasting into the tub with us.

So I'm there with 2 ***** and now, a grandmother and mother, (of the 2 *****) and my t shirt only wearing chere. Thank God for bubbles!! I'd have a hard time explaining a hardon to a 6 year old. We finished our drinks, excused ourselves, and headed inside. Her infatuation with her cowboy"s sofa began................................

Let me say, Thanks to the many friends that have sent messages regarding my recent hiatus.

After temper cools, its easy to reflect. I am afflicted, I fear with a warriors temperment. I let the recent events get the better of my temper and for that my friends I apologize. Chat, and the friends I have made there are important to me. I look forward to seeing you all soon.

Bobby

She had been to my place a few times now. A dear friend had recently passed away, and I was looking forward to a Saturday together to ease the pain of my loss. Upon her arrival she informed me she was going to bake a pie, my favorite, apple. I excused myself to go to the corner market to get chicken to cook for dinner. She took  her seat on the balcony where I had already lit the new grill to burn it off. I left her in good hands with Darius.

Called her from the store to ask what salad dressing she preferred, "They have french, thousand island, ranch..." She asked if they had any balsamic vinegrette, "Damn I;m spending time with a city girl." I'll try anything once, so I gathered my groceries and purchased a bottle of Chardonnay to surprise her. Not being a wine drinker I don't remember the brand but it had a kangaroo on the bottle, and it made her happy.

When I arrived at the house, she had put the pie fixings together and had it in the oven. The kitchen smelled fantastic. It was still early. I put the chicken into some marinade and went to take a shower. She was reading a Kinsey Milhone novel she liked.

Having fired the grill earlier it wasn't a problem getting it going again. A favorite local radio station was playing and I went back inside to get a beer and asked if she wanted a glass of wine. While the food was cooking we talked, laughed and enjoyed each other. When dinner was ready we moved back inside as the evening had grown cool.We ate at the bar between the kitchen and diningroom.

I would really like to fast forward to the bedroom here but. The Pie. That sumbitch was just about the most amazing thing I had ever tasted. She had even brought vanilla icecream.

The bedroom. She had told me earlier this wasn't the best time of the month. We held each other close till sleep took us. At some point in the night I looked over and she was sleeping on her back which she rarely does. I needed to feel her, taste her nipples. So, gently I lifted the fabric that seperated them from my lips. Suprisingly, she didn't awaken right away. Although this wasn't our first time, I had never wanted her more than I did at this moment at 5am  I had to be on site in an hour or so but that din't matter. At this point she opened her eyes.......

I go into the chatroom as a release from the daily grind of my job. Stress in my line of work is a normal routine.  I don't need it here. Recently I have been fielding whispers from close friends trying to make amends regarding a situation that to my mind has been resolved.

While I do appreciate the concern, I'm a grown man and have reached my limit. Therefore, it's time for me to take a break from chat.  I would really hate to blow up and get banned,

Almost a year ago, I met the woman that makes my world go round. We actually met in the chat room here on this site. Our first date was in a cozy small resturant in Baton Rouge.  We had decided to meet, even though we were both skeptical about blind dates.

The place was "NIches". I had been there before. They had an all you can eat crawfish meal, and a small bar. I was thinking this was the perfect place to meet, as we both enjoyed traditional local fare. I arrived first, knowing only what she would be wearing. She only knew that I would be wearing a cowboy hat. Thankfully nobody else had one on. I saw her walk in, our eyes met, I kissed her as i had said i would as soon as i saw her and said hello. They had a great patio, and fortunately we were the only ones out there. She ordered a gin and tonic, i had a beer. My beer wasnt as cold as it should have been and her gin wasnt what she wanted. The waiter was patient, he brought me a cold beer, and her a bourbon. That she likes bourbon is a plus. I'm a big fan of Jim Beam.

We talked about small matters like family, friends, jobs, etc. I was hopelessly in lust. She has long dark hair, a great body, a fantastic personality. I was thinking, this cannot be real.There is noway this woman can be interested in me. After about three hours of conversation and laughter, we decided we weren't hungry, and we decided to leave.

Somehow, we were parked right beside each other. We spent another hour in the parking lot kissing and pressed against each other. At the time I was staying in a hotel nearby and I thought of inviting her to join me. She declined. I was impressed. I knew then, this was not a one night thing. The story continues.....