Southern Discomfort – Part 4

The Look was already in place. “Boudreaux, I can’t believe you did this to me.”

“Oh Krystal, c’mon, we’re gonna have us a time. Bubba’s got a lot on his plate; we won’t be seeing much of him. It’ll be like we have this place all to ourselves.”

“Swell. Have you looked around? How the hell do you expect me to sleep in that bedroom Boudreaux?”

Boudreaux reached across and squeezed her hand. “Who said we was gonna be sleepin’?”

Krystal rolled her eyes. “You’ll be lucky if you get any on this trip. C’mon, we better go unpack. Tomorrow you’re taking me to Disney World mister. You got that?”

“You bet, sweetness.”

They unpacked and by the time they were done Bubba had returned. He came bearing a case of Budweiser.

“Howdy y’all. Settled in, are ya?”

Krystal decided a little air would suit her just fine. Bubba and Boudreaux cracked a couple of brews and got caught up. When she got back from her walk the table was littered with empty cans and the boys were feeling no pain. She stared daggers at them and retreated to the bedroom. Boudreaux came in a few minutes later.

“Mon Cheri, what can I do to make you feel better?”

“Take me to a nice hotel.”

He sat down next to her and stroked her hair. “We can’t afford it my love. Listen, Bubba wants to buy us dinner tonight. Tomorrow I will take you to Disney World. We’ll stay as long as you like, we’ll do anything you want to do. What do you say?”

Krystal pouted and then looked him in the eye. “Okay, honey, it’s a deal. I’m sorry, I was just so disappointed about Miami.”

“That’s my girl. C’mon, let’s get ready to go to dinner. Bubba’s going out again, but he’ll meet us there in an hour. We’ll take his other car.”

They showered and changed their clothes and then drove to the restaurant. As they pulled into the parking lot they could hear the live country music being played at ear splitting levels. When they got inside Bubba spotted them and waved them over to the table. He was not alone. His date was a blond half his age wearing a tight boob tube and a miniskirt that barely covered the essentials.

Krystal was fuming as she sat down and Boudreaux was beginning to wonder if the nightmares would never cease.

“Hey kids, this here is Amber. Amber, Boudreaux and Krystal.”

Amber snapped her gum and held out her hand to Boudreaux who shook it and then let go of it as though it were on fire.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance Amber.”

Krystal was not amused. “Gosh, Bubba, robbing the cradle now?”

Bubba looked confused. “Golly no, Krystal, Amber’s son is with the babysitter.”

Nodding enthusiastically Amber explained. “Yeah, little Jason is with the babysitter.” She giggled and squeezed Bubba’s hand. He beamed at her and seemed to forget anyone else was at the table.

Boudreaux was oblivious to the fact that his eyes were glued to Amber’s ample bosom. Krystal was not. She kicked him under the table and his face went red. Amber giggled again.

“Well now Krystal, I have to say you look real good for a woman your age.”

Before she could unload on the hapless bottle blond Boudreaux suggested they order drinks and waved the waiter over to the table. The rest of the evening went downhill from there. Krystal downed three tequila sunrises before the entrees arrived. She was snoring in the car as they drove back to Bubba’s place, much to Boudreaux’s relief.

Part 5 Tomorrow


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