Jaeger Makes You Poot Part 2

Part 1

We went back to the house later that night and ate a delicious dinner. Big C knows how to cook. He made a delicious roast that had been cooking all day long. It has mushroom, yellow pepper, potatoes, carrots, onions, etc….Heaven in a crock pot.

We headed out then to the little island to hang out for a bit. In order to get to the island, you have to use a wooden pier that actually connects to the island. There’s a few trees and a fire pit. You can tell it’s a main hang out spot when the weather is good. We had a good time chatting and drinking (lots and lots of drinking). I got to hear several stories about L that I hadn’t heard before. Lots of laughter and a good time was had by all.



(The fire pit is in the middle)



So, we all go back inside to watch a little TV until it’s time for us all to head to bed. B & L have their own bedroom and so do I.

B & L are snuggling in a big chair in the living room and I decide to sit on the couch to the far right. I sort of curl up and lay my head down on the arm because by this time, I’m exhausted by all the alcohol and from being out on the lake most of the afternoon. Now, I’m curled up as tight as I can get in order to leave Big C some room to sit on the opposite end of the couch.

Is this what he does? Nope. Instead, he.sits.right.next.to.me.

Still not a problem. A little uncomfortable since I barely know the guy, but not really invading my personal space…yet.

A few minutes go by and he decides to lay his head down on my legs…that are curled up towards the rest of my body.

I’m shocked. Before I can say or do anything, he starts feeling up my legs. (to knock any naysayers, I was wearing an over sized t-shirt with a sports bra underneath and a pair of yoga pants. But no socks…cause…well, it was warm)

I have no clue what to do…I’m incredibly uncomfortable especially considering I didn’t think I had done anything at ALL to give him any idea that this was a good idea.

Who does this? Really, who does this?

Instead of making a big stink like I wanted to, I just start talking and then I sit up straight and watch a couple more minutes of TV and then I tell them that I’m calling it a night and I head back to my room. I’m so grateful that no one followed me.

Believe me, it was so hard for me not to cry or say something smart ass-y at that moment. I was trying to preserve the weekend for my friends since we still had two more nights and 3 more days there.

After sleeping on it, I decided not to say anything to him or to B & L and I just chalked it up to him being drunk and not really knowing what he was doing. I’m not going to change my mind on that thought because if I do, I’ll get the heebie-jeebies again.

Without going in to any details, let’s just say that I don’t have a good track record with men. Period. Several “incidents” happened to me from the time I was 13 on and I’m not entirely comfortable in a man’s presence. It takes me a while to warm up and even then, I’m still wary.

The only ones I’m comfortable around are (obviously) family and my neighbors. I don’t get creepy vibes from them but still, it took me a while to get comfy enough around them to become friends with them.

Well, for me, that pretty much ruined the weekend. Like I said, the saving grace was the dog and the lake itself.



...to be continued....

Later,

Mama Dawg