Description

“The Miss Tennessee Incident”

OR

“How to Get Shed of an Incomparably Hot but Extremely Intoxicated and Uncontrollably Belligerent Woman in Three Easy Steps”

By

Moose

“The Man of Constant Sorrow”



“In vino veritas”……In wine there is truth……….

I’ve always implicitly accepted this axiom of antiquity as sort of a prima facie truth, a “res ipsa loquitor” proposition, if you will; however, last Saturday night, I was able to confirm its veracity from a purely empirical standpoint.

Denise (not her real name…..hey, I might have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night) is one of those women we manly men dream about, and as it turns out, “in our dreams” is apparently precisely where these chicks should remain. She’s one of those really, truly smokin’-hot MILFs that you only very occasionally see “out on the circuit”: 45 years old (or so she told me…..I was shocked – SHOCKED, I tell you – to discover upon reading the arrest report this afternoon that she had been “less than truthful” with me on this point…..), mother of three, sweet as can be (when she’s sober, anyway……how’s that for foreshadowing?), divorced from one of the most prominent physicians in the Southeast (“mo money, mo money, mo money”), a KILLER body that you would only expect to see on a lady fifteen years her junior (can you say, “36DDD”?), a former Miss Tennessee (yes, I do mean THAT “Miss Tennessee”…..as in, the Miss America pageant…), Miss Hawaiian Tropic, Miss Hooters, Falcons cheerleader……the total package. When we met we totally hit it off, and a few weeks later we found ourselves in a bona-fide bodacious, sweaty-sheets, who’s-yer-daddy, pass-the-defibrillator, is-my-disability-insuranc e-up-to-date, where-did-this-rubber-fis t-come-from, torrid little tryst...........