J. asked. ‘Can you help me with my tie?’ ‘Sure, E.J., come here,’ Brad answered. The boy, who would reach the age of four in November, ran ove... to his dad, tie in hand. Brad struggled to put it on his son, as he was squirmy and antsy, as young boys can sometimes be. He finally managed to tuck it under the collar of E.J.’s shirt and gently tightened it until the knot looked right yet would still be comfortable. ‘I’m hot,’ E.J. whined. ‘Why do I have to wear this?’ Brad smiled at his son, trying. We both were seeing eye to eye, and there was so much lust in both of us. I took courage and planted a kiss on her forehead.Believe me, guys, it was such a romantic moment. She didn’t tell anything but lifted her face further, and I understood that as an invitation to taste her lips. We started kissing each other. She kept the laptop down and sat on my lap. She was so desperate, and so was I. We were kissing like there is no tomorrow.She was kissing and licking all around my face. My hand was. Are you girls ready?” “Yes.” “Pick a number.” “Okay.” “Multiply the number with three.” “Okay.” “Add forty-five with the result.” “Okay.” “Double the result.” “Okay.” “Divide the answer with six.” “Okay.” “Subtract the answer with the number you originally had.” “Okay.” “Ready.” “Yes.” “You’re number is fifteen.” “Holy fuck! That’s amazing Michael.” The girls were impressed and his friends were cheering and hollering. Michael took the two girls by their hands and led them to men’s room. He was. Since we packed very quickly and couldn't take the time to label each and every box with its contents, the basement was used as a staging area during our un-packing. While I was in the process of stacking some of the cartons on the east wall I discovered a door behind the old furnace that somehow I overlooked during the tour of the house. I opened the door and could see that there were more stairs leading to another level of the basement. Never in my life had I seen, or even knew existed, a two.