"Yeah I know. Something about our first conversation I remember you telling me about fire, but that's all I remember." Well she remembered a few other things, but that stuck out pretty far from the fog and haze of being drunk. Spotting Mouse with the rather large log. "Boy does he know how to fetch or does he know how to fetch? Good boy Mouse!"
Without a touch of reservation Maryanne shucked her shorts, and hauled off her tank top, leaving her standing in black boyshort shaped undies, she was definitely not a thong girl, and flesh colored bra. Shy wasn't something that was part of her vocabulary. Placing them both on the crate she moved toward the waves.