And I wouldn’t presume to show up without being summoned; for all I knew, her mother might have had the day off. Even if my presence had been reques...ted, I’m not sure I’d have gone. At least not that day. But in any case, I didn’t hear from her. Instead, I spent the morning eating half a box of Eggo waffles greasy with Fleischmann’s margarine, then sat on one of the webbed chairs on the front porch with my feet up on the wrought iron railing, reading a book. The low, early sun shot beneath the. She hid her disappointment well. But it should be a fun evening of classic rock & roll with epic comb-overs. Inside the park, I noticed we were the youngest ones there. To the left of the stage stood a "reserved for Walkers" corral. At least it wasn't a Golden Corral I was able to think while fighting back the acid reflux. By the entrance two, burned out roadies were offering handfuls of mysterious substances to geriatric revelers. This must be what Woodstock was like, I considered, although. The LA roads were no different from Florida in that respect. At least, at home she had the Porsche. But the powerhouse in the back that she so often used to get rid of morons like these wasn't of any use in a traffic jam anyway."You lookin' lonely, senorita. Why not come with us? You like! Tequila, tequila!"What a bunch of retarded morons! Almost as she decided to go into "total ignore" mode, she realized she had to take the first upcoming exit. Immediately, Anna's mischievous side took the. . get over here, I need to do my back and I don't want to burn!"Slowly I walked over, taking in the contour of her body, looking at her hangingbreasts and her arse covered by a tight bikini bottom, as she turned over on the lounger. In a moment, I was stood over her, to the side of the lounger, and With shaking hands, I squeezed some cream onto my fingertips, slowly lowering them to her back.Whilst I massaged the cream in, she started asking me about my holiday, but the small talk was no.