Bridges of Tonawanda County, Ch. 2

“I want to meet your mother,” he said to the swinger.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she said. “Why?”

They say that you should always look at the mother to see what the girl will look like in twenty years. He couldn’t say that, of course. He had to be more discreet.

“I want to know if she’ll approve of me,” he said. Ah, the old approval trick.

So he met Mom. She had been a swinger too, back in her day. Now all she did was watch them pass her by and dream of her younger days, when she could swing with the best of them.

He politely said his good-byes. “Hey – don’t let the lock gate hit you on the stern when you leave,” the swinger said derisively.

It didn’t take long for his next encounter. She was strongly built, with a huge mass. “Hell,” he thought, “I need something different – something with some junk in the trunk.”

He took a chance: “Are you the erection that I’ve been looking for?”

“Funny thing, sweetie, I was going to ask you the same thing”, she shot back flirtatiously. “And if you like mass, baby, you are going to like me.”

He did like her. She was ready to swing her mass any time he wanted. But again, that pervading feeling of wanderlust caused him to move on.

He was entranced when he found her. She was sleek, and young. She seemed made of a whole different substance. Again he found himself floating blissfully beneath her, gazing up at the private, secret underneath that few had seen.

“They call it a ‘Brazilian’”, she answered his unspoken question. “Just the bare girders and nothing else.”

“I like it,” he sighed, contentedly, even as the county line approached…