Tuesday, July 27 1999
12:19 PM, on the couch

I've been up for a little over an hour now. I could've gone out to the dock to fish, but we have enough fish as is, I don't want to get sunburned anymore unless it's from deep-sea fishing, and I don't feel like taking another shower. I wish I was still in New Orleans, there was so much left to do. I still haven't even gotten my kiss yet. I could use a Po Boy right now, maybe I can get one when we go to Biloxi today.

1:05 PM, on the road to Biloxi

I really don't like my family. My dad tells the dumbest jokes, Mom is a manic depressive nag with a hot temper, and Julie is a spoiled, pompous breat that can't keep a secret to save her life. When I get home, I need to write something about golf.

Well to pass time I think I'll write about yesterday's stripper. I'd have to say that she was easily the sexiest woman I had ever seen with my own two eyes. She had long, beautiful, curly brown hair, her skin was a healthy bronze and her legs were long, smooth, and beautifully silky. If she wuld have worn pantyhose I'd have begged to run my hands down her thighs. The woman's breasts were, for lack of a better word, perfect. Her best feature though were her eyes. They were the bluest blue that I could have imagined. They looked like a piece of art that was created wit one of those spinning things that you dripped paint on, and it was stopped and a black dot was placed in the center. I wanted to talk to her, to find out her story, her likes and dislikes, and I wanted to watch her sleep and help her start a new life, because she couldn't have been older than 19. But it was about that time that she decided she liked me and grabbed me by my overshirt, and ran her hands down my chest while purring. She said hi to me with a smooth, sensual voice, and wrapped my arms around her, forcing me to remember that I was a man. Right then I stopped wanting an intruging conversation, and I would've gone with her had I not realized that in the passionate embrace I was sharing with this beautiful temptress I had gotten far enough from the group that at any time I couldn't been found out. I removed my hands from her thighs and puched her away by cupping her breasts. I wish I could say it was an accident, but when I realized what I had done I blushed and what made the encounter even more special was the fact that she blushed as well. I wish I knew why though, but maybe the innocence of it was why it was so incredible to me... and maybe the fact that I touched a severely attractive woman's breasts. Well we're at the museum now, so I'll write later.