Dad was already in the kitchen, giving the barbecue ribs their third rub after a night in the refrigerator. The tang of smoked paprika instantly had m...y mouth watering, just from the memories that special blend of Southern spices brought back.Somehow it never tastes quite the same when I recreate his recipe in Los Angeles; perhaps the Mason-Dixon Line has some protective influence to ensure only Dixie gets genuine barbecue?I was snagging two mugs of nectar when Mom bustled in, instructing me to. She rubbed her palms on her apron, as the 90 degree sweltering heat made her uncomfortable. The airconditioning was on the blink again, and every time she walked to the kitchen it was like walking through hell. Finally, the guy ordered, and she scribbled it down hurriedly, and went to fill another customer's coffee cup. Two waitresses short, unbearable heat, and a lecherous boss were really weighing down on her. The sweat from her neck had fallen down her chest between her breasts, half. We met at a very public restaurant and he was dressed normal as a man. I expected that, but I was a little disappointed. We had a nice lunch and had a real conversation for the first time. He was easy to talk to and the time went by quickly. We didn’t talk about our past encounters or anything pertaining to sex. Just two straight guys having lunch.I wanted to talk about my feelings but decided to just keep cool. I finally asked him if he wanted to go back to Bear Mountain and hang out nude.. It was that camisole that she had worn the night he had come up to rescue her from the marauding spider. This was before Hal had his epiphany – all he wanted to do that night was to catch the spider and get back to bed, preferably without ever opening his eyes to really wake up. But seeing that fabric now in the laundry basket caused the picture of Dena in that skimpy camisole to flash back into his head. It was as if he’d never really seen her before. And he suddenly realized that the sight.