This update is kinda short, but wanted to give you a little sumthin-sumthin to tide you over while I figure out where to take these folks next.

Edgar (gulp) meets Dawn's Uncle Marcos.

Andy & Lita wake up-which means -BIG 'OL SMUT ALERT! LOL!

Thanks for the reads and reviews! They warm the cockles of my pea-pickin' heart! :)

Dawne & Edgar

They were meeting Uncle Marcos for early dinner at Hatte's Hat one of Ballard's oldest and most beloved joints. Edgar and Dawne arrived first and grabbed a table near the bar with its stunning 100 year old carved mahogany bar and one of the last remaining Fred Oldfield murals of a Scandinavian landscape.

'I love this place.' Edgar smiled. 'Dad used to take us here when we were kids, but we had to swear we wouldn't tell Mom because she disapproved of the crowd and the drinking.'

'What else did she disapprove of?' Dawne sipped her chardonnay.

'Oh just about everything that wasn't 'proper' according to the Ladies Home Journal.' Edgar said ruefully.

'Sounds like fishing' and home with Mom were two different worlds.'

Edgar snorted. 'You could say that. Couldn't wait to go fishin' with my Dad and brothers.'

Dawne's eyes looked over his shoulder and rose, her eyes bright as green sunshine. Edgar also rose and turned.

The man who had entered was a handsome bear of a man, and strode in with a confident swagger. He was well over six feet tall, hard muscled with broad shoulders, salt and pepper mustache and goatee, his weathered craggy face set off by a strong cleft chin and penetrating dark blue eyes He wore his long steel grey hair tied back and looked to be in his late 50's. As he approached he smiled and strong white teeth flashed. Dude looked like a Greek Viggo Mortensen Edgar thought. And also like someone who wouldn't take kindly to anyone who messed with his niece.

'Uncle Marcos!' Dawne squealed and flung herself into his waiting arms. Marcos swung her around and gave her a smacking kiss on the forehead.

'There's my κόρη (daughter)!'

'Uncle Marcos, this is Edgar Hansen. Edgar, meet my Uncle Marcos Langford.'

The two men shook hands firmly as men do over that first handshake. Marcos smiled and slapped Edgar on the shoulder. 'I remember you as a chubby kid with glasses.'

Edgar was gobsmacked. 'Huh?'

Marcos threw his head back and laughed. 'Used to see you and your brothers when your dad and uncle brought you to the docks when I was a teenager starting out.'

'You knew my Dad and Uncle?' Edgar grinned.

Marcos grinned back. 'Just enough to say 'Hello Captain Sir. By the way, congratulations on the show, you and your brothers do your family proud. Never fished the Bering Sea myself, but it sure looks like fun.'

'Oh it's fun alright!' Edgar snorted as they all sat down.

Dawne looked from one to the other and laughed.

'Uncle Marcos, when we met, I had no idea he was on T.V., just knew at first sight he was a fisherman 'cause he reminded me of you. '

Edgar was confused. 'Can I ask you two something? Langford doesn't sound like a Greek name, what gives?'

Marcos laughed. 'Father was a English/Swedish/German mutt. My mother was Greek and gave her sons Greek first names; Christos, Dimitris, and Marcos.'

'Beats Sigurd, Norman, and Edgar.' Edgar gave a crooked smile.

Dawne was delighted the two were hitting it off so well as the meal progressed. 'I'll be right back' She rose and headed to the ladies. Both men watched her as she walked away. Marcos turned and gave Edgar a level look.

'She likes you, likes you a lot. I can tell.'

Edgar gulped. Here it comes he thought.

'She's the light of my life and under my protection. Never had kids of my own. Fishin' life ya know.'

Edgar nodded.

'Did she tell you anything about her ex-husband?' Marcos voice was a low growl.

'A little, just today. Sounded like he was bad news.' Edgar leaned in.

'Marcos snorted. 'Doesn't begin to describe that malaka (asshole).' Then he leaned in.

'I personally flushed that shit-head down the toilet and got him out of her life.'

His eyes were hard and his voice menacing.

'And I'll do it again in a heartbeat to any man who mistreats her. Get me?'

'Marcos, she's the best thing to happen to me in a long time.' Edgar held his stare.

'I could never hurt her. I'd be long gone if I ever thought I would.'

Like two high-ranking wolves, the grizzled older alpha and the younger, took stock of one another. One beat, two beats. Finally Marcos relaxed and gave Edgar a friendly punch on the shoulder.

'Owww!' Edgar rubbed.

Marcos laughed. 'I like you Hansen. Good luck! She's stubborn, too independent, and don't listen most of the time.'

'Who you talkin' about?' Dawne stood over Marcos with a evil look.

Marcos look up at her with a pirate's smile and lied. 'Nobody you'd know.'

Dawne punched him on the shoulder. 'Owww!' Marcos rubbed.

Lita & Andy

He woke to the sound of the shower. What time was it? Whatever. He thought. If she was in the shower and that was where he was headed. Her house was old-fashioned and had a large separate tile shower. He quietly opened the heavy glass door, stepped into the steamy heaven and gasped. She was standing under the showerhead set to rainfall, her head thrown back with a soapy sea sponge clutched to her chest, rivulets of water streaking down her lithe body. Her pale honey skin glowed and the aroma of honeysuckle seemed to come from her body, not shower gel.

She heard the click of glass door opening and felt a momentary waft of cool air then two big hands covered hers and his body spooned her back. As they stood under the steamy rainfall Andy lifted her hair and ran the soapy sponge down the back of her neck and across a slim shoulder and over her back. Lita moaned with pleasure as he ran the sponge down her back, between her legs, and down the inside of her thighs. When he turned her, he bent down and drew a rosy breast in his mouth as he ran the sponge over her tight ass in slow circles.

'Annndy. . .mejo. . . ' She whispered as she stoked his throbbing cock and reached for the sponge which she ran over his shoulders. Andy rose from her breasts and mouthed over her lips with the groan of a man exquisitely aroused.

'Oh baby. . .smell. . .your body. . .so beautiful.' He backed her to the wall reached up and adjusted the showerhead to rain on them there. He lifted her leg and held her knee in the crook of his elbow, bending at the knees he positioned the knob of his straining canon to her pouting slit. The long moan as he pushed deeper and deeper into her tight channel was ragged with hunger.

Lita hug on tight, her nails digging into his back as she gasped in his ear.

'Yes mejo, give it to me. . . more. . . all of you. . .' As he plunged in and out of her grasping core he also hit her clit with such force the gathering tension of her impending orgasm came from within and without. The steam, the intoxicating smell of honeysuckle and hot soothing water falling over their heads created the perfect hedonistic chamber.

'God! Andy! Don't stop! Gonna. . .' She gasped.

He could feel her slick channel tighten and gasp like a sucking mouth and knew she was close, so close, as was he, and plunged madly, faster and harder. He watched her face, her eyes closed as she whimpered nonsense, shaking her head side to side. Her eyes opened and held his for an instant before they widened unfocused as she breathed harder and faster, her moans turning to hoarse screams, as her orgasm spasmed and sucked his cock. The sight of her cuming unglued and bucking on his cock sent him over in a shuttering blasts.

With one arm Andy held Lita tight, the other was braced on the wall. As the hot rain beat down on their quivering bodies, Andy leaned his head on his raised arm and muttered.

'Thank God for the rubber mat. . .coulda killed us both.'

'Would have been you're fault.' Lita ran her hands over his fine ass and grinned up at him. 'I was minding my own business, then here you come all molesting me.'

Andy chuckled as she picked up the sponge and added more honeysuckle gel.

'Your molestin' interrupted my absolutions. Wanna stay while I finish?' She gave him a saucy smile as she ran the foaming sponge over her breasts.

'Oh yeah.' He quickly agreed and took the sponge from her hand. 'But we'd better hurry up before the hot water is gone.'

Lita purred. 'No hurry Poppi, I got a really big hot water tank.'

From: Till the Cops Come Knocki' - Maxwell (LOL!)

Didn't you dig the way I rubbed yo back girl
Wasn't it cool when first I kissed yo lips
Was it enough to penetrate yo dark world
Or were you embarrassed about the way you freaked
Well I wanna hold you
I wanna know you baby
If it's alright

Gonna take you in the room suga'
Lock you up and love for days
We gonna be rockin baby
Till the cops come knockin
Pappa gonna have to leave
A message on the telephone baby
There won't be no stoppin' me
Till the cops come knockin'