I tell Sis, "If you still look something like you did, back in high school, I would want to go to a nude beach, with my sister. However, I would want to do more than just a look."
Sis says, "Well, we can talk about that, once you get here."
I tell Sis, "Remember, what I need is a place to stay in San Diego."
Sis says, "Well, we can talk about that, once you get here."
I say, "Well, it'll take me maybe a half day to get to San Diego. I do need street directions.
Sis then tells me an exit that I need to take off I-15 and then some surface streets that I need to take to get to her place in Pacific Beach.
I tell Sis, "I need some place to put my stuff, so that I can turn in my rental trailer."
Sis says, "No problem, I have lots of room."
Sis and I then wrap up for the night.
I go down and do a workout, in the motel gym room. I finish up with a glass of water and a vitamin pill.
I then play with some more programming stuff, brushing up what I'll need for my Navy work, using my laptop computer.
I get a good night's sleep. My laptop wakes me up in the morning. I use the plumbing and get cleaned up for my arrival in San Diego.
I uncover my '40 Ford replicar, get in my car, fire up the engine, check the gauges and all is well. I ease my car out of the motel parking lot and I get back on the highway and set sail for San Diego.
I get a breakfast burrito and I snack as I drive.
My car runs flawlessly and I motor down I-15, on my way to San Diego and Sis.
I get to the exit that Sis selected and then I motor along surface streets until I get to Garnet Street, a main business street in Pacific Beach. I spot a couple of young girls, wearing just enough bikini to keep them from being arrested. I turn off on a residential street and then onto Sis' street.
There's no open parking at the curb, so I pull into Sis' driveway.
I ring Sis' doorbell and Sis greets me, wearing just a micro bikini. Sis hugs me and into her place I go.
We say hello and then I transfer my stuff from the trailer to where Sis tells me. I then need to turn in the rental trailer.
Sis wants to come along, wearing just her micro bikini.
(Since I left my stuff in Sis place, I'm going to sleep there tonight! I want to make a good impression on my sister.)
I get the trailer turned back in. I then stop and buy a bottle of champagne and a couple of steaks, on the way back to Sis' place. As we get back to Sis' place there's a parking spot by the curb. I park my car and cover it, with my car cover.
Sis and I then go into Sis' place and she pours us each a champagne flute of bubbly. We toast each other and then discuss my trip into San Diego.
Sis says, "I was a bit worried about your car, but you made it."
I laugh and say, "My car is basically a year old car, with a fancy interior. It's smaller than a typical year old car and, even with the trailer, I got good gas mileage on the trip here."
Sis says, "The interior is really nice. I was afraid of lawn chairs, covered with Army blankets."
I laugh and say, "Try velour vinyl that looks like leather but breathes three times better than leather."
Sis grins and says, "Then there was the song that you played on the radio."
I lecture, "When I left, I played an old song by Free Movement that celebrated a guy's live in girl friend leaving as he says, 'I found some one of my own.' When I got here, I played 'California Girls' by The Beach Boys."
Sis says, "Well, I'm a California girl, I'll show you." With that, Sis disappears into her bedroom. After a bit, Sis comes back, wearing only a very see through baby doll top.
I grab Sis and carry her back...