QUOTE : I was bent over, mixing paint when Georgia slid up behind me and thwacked my rear end, hard, causing me to lurch and sloshing paint on my shoe.<br />“Did you just slap my ass?” I rubbed at it, completely offended, more than a little surprised.<br />“It was in my way. And it’s kinda hard not to look at.”<br />“It is? Why?” My incredulous voice squeaked in a very unmanly way...<br />“It’s a great-looking ass. That’s why,” Georgia didn’t sound particularly happy about it, honestly.