Mail was challenging enough for me to accept but still, I replied with a refusal email. The reply email to my refusal became the first pebble of my re...laxation path. This time, I don’t know why but my answer was in acceptance as if my inner self-did reply. As per the email, we were supposed to meet on Sunday at Little Italia (name changed) restaurant at 12 noon.I was at the place right on time but unlike other men, the email sender I.E, Mr. Amish was already there on time.We had our table at the. Later on some people came over from the local tavern and my friend was one of them. He sat down on the other side of the fire and it wasn’t long and before he was sitting beside my wife. The party continued and eventually everyone started going home. There was only myself and a neighbor and his girl friend left around the fire. I hadn’t paid attention but there was no sign of my wife and I thought she just went to bed. We decided to go into the house and went downstairs to have another. .. I wonder ... uhhm ... can I get a second date?"I was kidding, of course and she got that right away. She burst out laughing."Only if you tell me your real name," she said, rolling toward me."What do you mean?" I saw your briefcase and the initials were G.B.A. What's your real name?" Gordon Bruce Andrews," I said in as thick a Scottish brogue as I could imitate."I wonder if we're related?" she asked."How so?" Fiona Aileen Alexander, great granddaughter of Fiona Aileen McGregor of Kilmarnock,. I'm an averagefella, Jake's the one whose supposedly hung like a horse."Susie pushed back on her friend's crotch, letting her ass rub against hisgroin. "You don't feel average," she said, tossing her head and winking athim. Kerry groaned and moved his hands to her hips, pulling her furtherinto him."If you keep doing that, you'll find out," he told her. She smiled,blushed and yet refused to give up her position. Instead she turned backto Jake. "So are you 'hung like a horse'?" she asked.Jake.