Part 14: Moose Liked Having a Plaything, Especially One as Busty and Curvy as Cindy…
Even before we got in the cab, the five of us had a good buzz on.
This night felt more festive than other nights, and we were primed and ready for it.
Moose and I had been to this club once before.
With Cindy under his arm I was hoping he’d be better behaved.
I was getting to know her and she was even cooler than I thought.
In the ’70s, girls dressed however they wanted.
They both looked great in jeans, halter tops, and sandals.
No makeup, just Florida tans.
After a few drinks, Cindy and Moose hit the dance floor.
She was wearing plain white cotton panties, which were in stark contrast to her thin, tanned body.
He knew Moose was fuckin' his girlfriend… Moose and I rolled the bikes out of the garage and started them in the driveway.
Moose approached Mary and said something to her that, with both bikes running, I couldn’t hear.
Whatever he said, Mary got on the back of his bike, leaving John to ridebitchwith me.
It had rained hard for a brief period, typical Florida rain, and there were deep puddles everywhere.
I headed to Fort Lauderdale rather than Dania Beach, where John and I had a great afternoon.
He bought me lunch on the strip.
He told me to be careful…
The sun was disappearing below the horizon, dusk was falling, and nightfall fast approaching.
I wanted to go home, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…
