. so began the game.Every year 'Ralph', the bush, and I had this little game the two of us would play. It's called who can piss the other off the most... and it goes like this...While I was busy working my ass off making sure 'Ralph the Bush' would have a place to stay, he would work just as hard growing so I'd be forced to use part of my precious free time, (in this case my vacation) knocking him back down to size. Unfortunately, after twelve years, the score was 'Ralph the Bush' 12, me 0.That. We decided to take an excursion into the country along a highways frequented by interstate truckers. My wife wore shorts, no panties, and a blouse that could be removed quickly, but which did not show the imprints of her nipples, so we could make stops with her looking reasonably decent.She sat in the back seat of our car. When we passed the first two trucks, she was too shy to show anything, so I thought she had lost her nerve. She showed the driver of the third truck a good view of her. James arrived at his usual time, and made his way to his plot. As normal, he wore old rugby shorts and a t- shirt. I couldn’t help but notice that his amazing body had become even more toned and tanned and his well-defined muscles seemed to ripple as he worked. As I guessed, or hoped he might, I watched as he removed his shirt, his smooth skin shining wet from sweat in the glare of the sun. There was no doubt he was becoming a major distraction for me. James was unaware of my presence and. They left and kissed me good bye and about an hour or so later, I took a walk down the street and once again, I was standing near the gay club when I heard someone yell at me. I didn't understand them but it came from the bikers place. I walked over to see what they had shouted but everyone looked at me like I had four eyes or something..LOL! One of the guys then asked me what I was doing there. I told him I thought that someone had called out to me so he took me inside the place and asked.