His gaze stopped there.
"Honey, ah said, don't I know you?" the sultry voice insisted.
Hank dragged his eyes away from the lovely box and moved up over the flat stomach, over the two jutting mounds which he immediately recognized as a pair of enormous knockers, up to a vision of loveliness for a face, framed in wavy platinum hair. It created a striking contrast to the deep tan of the sun-ripened skin. Hank blinked and tried to home in on the vision. Was he dreaming again? He pinched himself just to make sure. He wasn't dreaming. He was wide awake.
"Cat got your tongue, sugar?" the vision asked.
"Uhhh, no," mumbled Hank, squinting up at her.
"Listen, sugar, are you or were you, married to a sweet little Texas girl by the name of Cathy?"
"Yes."
"Well, sugar, I thought so. You see, I went to high school with dear little Cathy. Now I heard you all were divorced, so I wouldn't be causing any trouble if I were to tell you that I'd just hate to see that great old thing go to waste!"
With that, she did a mind-blowing thing. She traced the outline of Hank's bloated dick with her big toe.
Hank almost jumped out of his trunks. He sat bolt upright and made all the appropriate answers. This was it! It was happening! She'd give him the reassurance he needed. It would be all he would need to get himself straight on the road to success again. Now he could get it all together and make it work, the way he had in the old days! It was his new lease on life, his second chance, he comeback. Deep inside him something said, this is it! Then what the girl had said some minutes before began to sink in. The same town… Easy Rider?
"Uhhh, you say you're from the same town as Cathy?" Hank asked, almost holding his breath for the answer.
"Sure am."
"And you were born and raised in that town?"
"Sure was," the vision of loveliness answered, as he guided her across the sands, gear in tow. Well, Hank smiled broadly to himself, Easy Rider here I come! And he did, again, and again, and again.