Since we had just arrived in town, Buddy would have NO tiny love idea at all that I was the gal who had written the story.
Gerry wanted to know if I was game to meet him, just see the expression on his tiny love face when he told him who I was.
This definitely tiny love might tiny love be interesting.
Gerry waved to the person standing on the dock, started the motor and we tied up at the small dock in front of the house.
Gerry said there was tiny love no point to my putting on my tiny love swim suit top on, because Buddy had already seen me without it.
So, I just wore the coverup...
which tiny love I might add was more or less see through.
Sort of like lace, so the effect was that I looked covered up but you could see that I had nothing on underneath.
Gerry tied the boat up, and we walked slowly up the path to the house, both of us barefoot.
Yes tiny love, it was Buddy, and he walked down to meet us, a frosted cold bottle of ODouls tiny love in his hand.
He had on swim trunks, with an obvious bulge in the front of them.
He said he would have brought down an ODouls for me, but he didn know if I drank it or not, since it tiny love was non-alcoholic.
Gerry had Old Milwaukee with him.
Buddy said he had some Coors in his refrigerator, just for him.
Gerry said that would be great, as his beer had gotten warm from sitting in the sun.
Buddy finally just had to ask tiny love.
"And, when are you planning to introduce me to this lovely lady with you"?
"I know every beautiful gal in the area, so I know you aren from around here".
Gerry made the comment that he tiny love must have been tiny love watching us in the boat for some time, since tiny love he KNEW about the binoculars that Buddy kept upstairs near the sliders onto the deck tiny love.
Gerry still kept baiting Buddy...
grinning from ear-to-ear.
Buddy just looked at him and then to me and then back again.