So it’s ~ 1979, I’d just split with my first wife, moved to a cabin out in the booni
So it’s ~ 1979, I’d just split with my first wife, moved to a cabin out in the boonies and started boinking a 21 year old girl that could be this little harlot’s twin.The cabin was on 35 acres and far enough from the city where friends rarely dropped by unannounced. The solitude was really nice. I stretched an 8′ by 20′ (2.5m x 6m) hank of fishnet between 2 trees as a party hammock that was big enough to hold 6 comfortably. She and I are out there one afternoon and it wasn’t long before she’s wearing nothing but panties. Just as my jeans end up in a heap on the ground, a sheriff winds down the driveway to serve my divorce papers. If you’ve never been in a hammock when it explosively loses 140 lbs of ballast, I’m here to tell you, it’s a wild ride. I did a face plant into the hammock as she made her break for the shed. All I wanted to do was grab my pants, but my you-know-what got caught up in the netting and it was a painful struggle to get free as the hammock twisted in the wind.I finally got my drawers back on and headed over to the sheriff (who sat and watching this disaster unfold). With a shit eating grin he says; “Life is good huh.” I’m still not sure if he was referring to his life or mine but I guarantee he’s still telling the story. -- source link
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