“I’m dredging.” He pointed at a tug and an odd looking dredge.“What is that?” I asked.“Gold dredge ... a big one. There’s no sense wasti...ng resources. I make my money and add to Junior’s coffers cleaning up a century and a half of poor management ... and there’s about fifteen thousand first growth maple, chestnut, walnut, oak and white pine logs still littering the bottom ... sunk because the old mill couldn’t or didn’t get to them in time. And I do the channel too. Pentwater is a tourist. I didn't recognize the tune the piano was plinking out, but Diabla came dancing into the lights bouncing and swaying in time to its rhythm. She was even more fabulous up close. This close I could tell that her skin must have been dyed red because everything was red, even her eyelids and the inside of her ears. She danced around me sliding against me in time to the music. From the smell, I could tell that she was oiled up with the same oil that was covering me.She slid and slithered against. ."I could never decide if Sunday was the first day of the week or the last. My job at the club and my old job at the restaurant used Saturday as the end of the week and Sunday as the beginning, but biblically Sunday was day seven. And calendars seemed split on the subject.If Sunday is the end of the week, then this was a great way to end a not-so-great week.On the other hand, this could be the beginning of a great week.I decided that this week, anyway, Sunday was day one. A week with no. Yeah, I couldn’t help just smelling how sexy she was. Sleeping. I looked over, but she hadn’t moved. Her glorious ass looked back at me, and I think I started to drool. I put the book aside, and got over, putting my arm around her.“Mmm, I was hoping you would do that.” She said.“Ha, good.” I said, laughing.I kissed her neck, grinding on her. I kept kissing as she cooed, and she slid her panties down. I slid off my slacks, and flipped my boner through my boxer slit.“Don’t make me move, just fuck.