If you’d a flipped those last two carburetor jets at that speed?”It had cost a small fortune to have that (6 Pack) work done.“Yes, Cully, yes.�... She’d finally relented.I put those thoughts of disaster and calamity away and replaced them with the thoughts of her in the arms of another man, of Tommy’s arms and, found it warmed my innards, caused me to relax instead of imagining that car disintegrating at a 120+mpg smash up.“You’re fortunate, man.”I reminded myself. I knew that as well. I had a bit. "The Headquarters of the Secret Cuckold Society"The source of the voice starts to move closer to your chair and a masked figure of ambiguous sex steps in front of you."The what?" you say."The Headquarters of the Secret Cuckold Society"You've never heard of this fetish-oriented society before. Naturally, this makes you curious as to what they want with you."I-I'm not a cuckold though?"You say this as as an attempt to have them free you from your chair, but deep down you know that you're a. One of the student's spoke up to the instructor, "Hey Hungry, you really got to stop choking those things down, man!"The instructor laughed, "I know. But I just don't have the willpower to resist their chocolate charms my good chap. Say, didn't I see you in my Literature class yesterday morning?" Yes, sir. You have a good memory to remember me from that huge lecture hall." Yes these night classes are much more pleasant. I enjoy getting to really know my students one-on-one. Now, let's get to. At least Offy is playing. Lewis is batting ninth."They were sitting in the Kelleher's living room-Peg, Jim, and Ellen, with Warren and Sophia. Warren's younger brother and sister had stayed outside. Sophia and Warren had turned on the Red Sox."You're a Sox fan, Sophia?" asked Jim."Big time," confirmed Sophia with a smile."She's the Fabulous Baseball Babe," quipped Warren, drawing laughter from the room."Yeah, they went to a game about a month ago," Peg smiled. "All I know is Warren spent all.