Clint whispered in Daisy’s ear “Can you point the bad man out.”Daisy pointed to a redneck sitting in the beer tent which wasn’t open yet. Clin...t would recognize him when he saw the man again. He planned on having a ‘talk’ with him later. Janie overheard the byplay between Daisy and Clint. She got his attention and nodded her head as she flipped her chin at the ex.They both said goodbye to Daisy, and Janie told her to let them know if she had ANY trouble. Clint led Janie away while she waved to. I didn't want to be the guy who couldn't see Tami in a relationship with someone else. If she liked the guy, fine. I didn't want the specter of some nebulous possible relationship in the future ruining my current relationships, either. I had gone through that with too many girlfriends. I didn't want them to worry what would happen if Tami came swooping in, and stole me away from them.Tami had her chance with me. I had offered myself to her twice, with no reservations, over the last year. She. She did not look deformed, though, the amputations and the sewing had been done carefully, with attention to her delicate beauty. She reclined, almost comfortably it seemed, utterly immobile, with one leg sideways to allow the viewer’s gaze to travel between her thighs, on a small rug-covered recamier. What I remember most about her are her eyes. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge dark eyes looked into mine, and I looked back at her, my whole body as immobile as she. She wiggled it a little and I grabbed and squeezed it, moving my hand around. She had a nice ass and I was thinking I might get in there before the night was over. I ran a finger up and down her ass crack a couple of times, pressing in and I could feel my finger slip across that little puckered opening. She moaned softly then and said, "let's move to where it's a little darker." As I danced us to a corner I'd seen my friends looking at us, big smiles on their faces, knowing what was going on.