I live out in the country on the edge of the Edwards Aquifer Recharge Zone. To the west of us development is limited to preserve green space so rainwater can recharge the aquifer unabated by concrete, sub-divisions or strip centers. This leaves the view on my back deck unobstructed by nothing worse than a few cell phone towers, a dozen or so shrub eating cows, a black buck (antelope with the corkscrew antlers) and his harem of females, a herd of axis deer and the occasional feral pig or two. Really nice for us and our property value. But the thing I really like about our isolation is I can indulge in my favorite immodest pastime without fear of arrest.
I like to pee off the back deck.
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