Chapter 4: Pink Pastel Thong

When we broke apart, there were a few stares, but heck, this was California. Tanya hugged me tightly, then whispered in my ear “Is that a loaded weapon in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?” I chuckled and then replied “Both, baby. Both.”

Collecting luggage didn’t seem so dreadful after all. I found out that she had been dropped off by a friend, so, my plan to rent a car was next. I had selected a Mercedes E350 Convertible, not to impress, but because I loved open air driving. As we worked our way out of the massive airport and got on the 405 ... well, life was good.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You have us covered?”

“Yes.” It wasn’t exactly tentative, but it was slightly nervous.

“Ok. We’re going up north, maybe 4 hours.”

I could see her wonderful, scientific mind start its calculations, taking into account road conditions, traffic, mileage, speed, and whatnot.

To me, she was one of great, natural wonders of the world. Beautiful, smart, great personality, smoldering sexual undertones ... what more could a man ask for? I was blessed that she found me appealing.

“Pismo Beach?”

“No, but you aren’t far off. San Simeon.”

“San Simeon. There’s not much there, other than ... you ... you ... you didn’t!”

I just smiled. She remembered.