G/f when I was in Texas had her daughter (from a previous marriage) come for a visit.
We were at friends' for a cook-out, Daughter starts flirting with me. Flirting hard. At one point, I look across the yard, g/f gives me a look, and I realize that I'm sitting with D's arm around me, and my hand on her thigh. And that I'm about 2 picoseconds from death.
Stood up, excused self, and spent the rest of the evening carefully at the opposite of which ever end of the yard Daughter was...
You have to realize that g/f was a fine example of Texas female; curvy and wriggly, firm and playful. The kind of girl that exhales sex-appeal without trying. Daughter was Mom recreated, twenty years younger. Ooof.
Turned out, Mom wasn't angry at me, she was peeved at Daughter for playing with my wiring... |
