“Getting kind of hard to keep my eyes on the road, Tricia.”“Something else getting hard in those khakis, Danny boy.” “The look on your face ...was priceless when you saw the envelope; now you’re being kind of evasive about it. What’s going on?” I asked her.The breeze coming in the window was blowing her dress up and down, giving me a continuous peep show.“I’d tell you to ignore the note and watch the show, but I really think you ought to just drive. You already passed the turn for the River. I stood there and held on. I started rubbing her back as she held me.She groaned and said "Ooh! can you rub my back". While we were still hugging, I pulled up the back of her shirt and starting rubbing her back. I took my hands from underneath her shirt and started to unbutten it from the front.Joyce looked me in the eye as I kept unbuttoning the shirt. I told her to sit down, then I stood behind her and began to message her shoulders. I squeezed her shoulder muscles and neck muscles, then. “Can we eat it at Idle Park at noon?” The birthday girl’s choice was approved.We arrived first, hiding a bag with silly hats more suitable an eighth birthday party. (Contents to be discarded if they brought something like that.) Becky and Jill arrived in Jill’s mom’s car. But no mom. Jill had her license! I was so happy for her. We carried the cake and ice cream to our table. Jill put 18 candles on the cake and tried to light them. The steady warm breeze off the ocean prevented the candles from. Now I'm not the "Steve Stunning" by any means. 55y/o, Biker, mostly gray long goatee, bit of a paunch from to many beers, but not obese.One afternoon I was out doing yard work when she came out into her front yard and spread out a blanket. She was wearing the "Daisey Dukes" that show case her great legs and a black string bikini top. She laid there for a while in the sun and had to see me working in the yard. After a while she gets up and starts walking around the yard, not making eye contact.