Chaz owns a house on the Intercostals Waterway. I rang the doorbell and he answered it wearing only a day glow yellow thong. Hi escaped my lips as I felt my cheeks start to burn from me blushing. “Come in. I was just hanging out in the Jacuzzi,” Chaz replied. Now I am a professional, but I could not help it. I laughed. I apologized and asked if he wanted me to wait while he changed into something. He said “Nah, I’m fine. Let me show you the bedroom.”
I felt my heart thumping with the anticipation from the view of his room at the end of the hall. He said “Here we are.” My mouth dropped for the second time today. I needed a minute. His bedroom looked like a bomb had gone off in it. There were clothes on the chair, floor, and the tops of his dresser. His bedroom also had the following items: countless empty water bottles, books stacked in a corner at least five feet tall, and socks hanging from the ceiling fan. I was baffled. I didn’t even know where to begin. I decided to start on the floor and make a path to the corner. As we took things into another room, I tried not to walk behind him because…… well you know.
After I worked up a sweat, four hours and twelve garbage bags later I was finished. He tipped me well. I had to ask him why I didn’t come across any of his underwear. He looked at me puzzled and replied “No one wears underwear nowadays.” I thought to myself well I do but I also don’t own over twenty pairs of bathing suit thongs.
January 23, 2008 at 3:12 pm |
Wow, sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. Love the thong story. Reminds me of home. I miss the beaches and even the guys in their thongs as scary as that may seem. Miss ya….Good writing!
Jodi