Spitroast

We sat at McDonalds’ to talk while she was eating her double cheese burger. We talked about everything, the George Straight and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, the things we all lived through. He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting her to get her towels for catching up with her burger. Finally, after a while, he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she quickly answered yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

I knew very soon that I didn’t make her happy. Our sex drives seemed out of sync. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.

When I left school and worked full time (two jobs), and she finished school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around emails to my friends and family, 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, supposed to be the “sensitive” as they drank and pursued men. She also spent many weekends out of town with her school clubs and visited her mother.

Last weekend, we went by bike and stopped by our usual water hole. It’s a very popular bar with weekend bikers (not bikers gangs, but especially professionals who like to put on their Harley equipment and ride on weekends). It has an outdoor terrace that overlooks the parking lot, so you can watch all the bikes come and go. There is an 8 foot wooden fence around the parking lot with just some wooded land behind.