Sit down at a table and wait for the first guy you see in a red shirt. You approach the gay and you get him into the men’s room and drain his nuts. ...ou call me back when you have a face full of his cum and then put the mu-fucka on the phone. Can you handle that?” “Yes sir, I can handle that.” The phone clicked and Leslie was left with a dial tone in her ear. She looked down at her legal pad and the file in front of her. She closed the file, placed it in the cabinet, grabbed her purse and headed. We had been married for 15 years and I thought that everything was good, yet she seemed to be secretive about her phone... perhaps a bit too much.On one morning, my wife called me while I was still at home. Seems that she had forgotten her phone and needed a phone number for work. I picked up her phone from the bedside table and entered the passcode that she relayed. The phone opened, and I retrieved the phone number that she needed. She then asked if I could bring the phone by her office at. Their professions allowed them to make more money with that kind of schedule. Anyway, that left me to do most of the house work, take care of my little sister and still manage to stay on top of my school work. What it didn't allow me to do was have much of a social life,especially in High School when my hormones were racing, and I needed interaction most.Don't get me wrong I love my sister very much and enjoyed spending time with her growing up, but I never had much time to be a teenager.. Why don’t you come in?”“Okay.” He dipped his head and stepped inside.“Are you hungry? I don’t have much yet, but I can whip up a sandwich or something.” Valerie closed the door and walked over to him.“It’s okay. I already had lunch. Not to mention one too many of your cookies.” Bryce chuckled, patting his stomach.“I’m glad you liked them.” Her eyes sparkled, watching him closely.He shifted uncomfortably after a few seconds with her intense scrutiny. “…Is there something wrong?”Valerie laughed.