Smiling at my folly, I remembered I hadn't had grits since leaving the ranch in Bandera so many years before. I'd been back to visit my folks from time to time, but at six-four and two-twenty I needed more than grits to fill me up mornings.The waiter came by and cleared the table and brought me the glass of asked-for brandy. Taking a sip of the slightly warmed up Remy Martin, I looked out the window of the Tower Of Texas at the vast array of lights spreading out over the hot summer night. Tracing the lines of the river, I thought I should have eaten at one of the many fine restaurants lining the banks of the San Antonio River. I knew the coolness of the river would have mitigated the summer heat enough to make the dining out bearable.The waiter came back by with the credit card receipt and somewhat hesitantly asked me, "Aren't you Big Jim, unh," he paused and looked at my credit card again, "Big Jim Morris?" Yeah, but that was back in my rodeo days. When I realized I wasn't good. As she twisted to see the book, which had landed open on a very intense looking page, she looked back up to see that he had leapt to his feet and come to her aid.In the blink of an eye, she had gone from doing her work and not knowing how to get his attention, to being involuntarily trapped with his full attention. As he looked at her, startled at what had happened and clearly relieved that she was not hurt, his eyes peered at the book laying open on the floor, where they then followed slowly upwards, drinking in the sight of her, her sensual legs leading up through her skirt, following her lines all the way up as his eyes met hers, then continued to her hands, stuck atop the broken ladder, she was unable to move.Without saying a word, their eyes, incredulous at the situation, met once again, and she knew instinctively that she had been right, as their lips touched, fleetingly at first, then more lingeringly, they kissed. She felt his hand tracking her face, where her cheek line.
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