“Hey Mr. Cockhold, I don’t think I’m gonna make it in this morning. I’m just not really feeling up to it today. Just take it out of my sick da...s.” “I will sir, thank you”Setting the phone down on the dresser she looks back at the bed, the stranger gone. She walks over to the bed and lays back inhaling his scent still lingering in the sheets. Again the memories of the previous nights start to stream. Her hands move on their own coming up to cup her luscious breasts on the outside of her robe.. "We thought about it for many long moments, and the thought that it might be Ian or Grace, our youngest, left an unpleasant taste in all our mouths, but we accepted."Serenity." Spinner said.Ren had always been the 'mysterious' one of us, the one who couldn't be predicted, who saw things before we did, and thought in ways the rest of us didn't. Her time with Spinner seemed to amplify that aspect of her, but she wore it proudly. And spinner remained our friend when we were done.But after their. Which is okay. I never could understand why guys would wantto wear those itchy boxers when they could wear silky, pretty pantieslike mine." At that, Mary dropped her skirt. Steven's jaw followed it tothe floor.Melody added "I usually like to wear lacy thongs, but we have to usethese stupid Lycra bottoms with our cheerleading uniforms." And frombehind him Jancey agreed, "I hate these fucking bottoms. They rub me rawand leave me itching for a little relief." Steven turned to acknowledgeher. Like most of hers, he was a jock—an end on the football team and a sprinter for track. We had a little bet—losers buy sundaes at Friendly’s. I expected to buy, but Henry surprised all of us. He averaged 217 over the three games we bowled. I asked him about it when we were in the car.“I thought your mother never allowed you to do anything.”“She didn’t, but she went out either to a bar or on a date almost every Friday and Saturday night and my grandparents were usually drunk by noon so I was.