We decide on dinner first. I need to eat to keep up my stamina. We hit a small Italian place a few miles away. I drive my lifted truck. Shelby's in a short pink skirt with a white girly blouse, a cowboy hat, and pink cowboy boots. The ever-present scarf is knotted around her neck. How she stands it in this heat is beyond me. I help her step up on the side-runner and admire the flash of pink panties as she adjusts herself in the seat.
"I wore them for you," she says.
"Nice to know. Hope you don't mind if I take them off as soon as we get home."
"A man of action, I like that."
"You'll like it more later," I come back with.
Our s****l banter continues through dinner and the wood I'm sporting below the table would be embarrassing without the checkered tablecloth hiding it. Even nicer than
