Well two can play at that game. I'll use his own research against him, and come up with an antidote first.END NOTE.------------------------------Carol...looked at her watch, and had to blink a few times to bring it into focus. Her vision was blurry from lack of sleep, and she had a pounding headache, but she just couldn't leave her work undone. She had found Harold's latest notes, and while she detested that her daughter was being used, by following Harold's research while doing her own parallel. He shifts back slightly from the breakfast bar and tells you to hop up on the counter, lie down on your back, bring your ankles up to your bum and then to let your knees fall open. This makes you spread obscenely in front of him, your heels pointing towards each other, your knees on either side of the bench, and your hot moist gash clearly on display. He readjusts the banana on your tummy being sure to give it a playful pull reminding you of its purpose. Nonchalantly as if requesting fish and. We really enjoyed breakfast nude so we could play some as we cooked. That, however was a week day so we were dressed and worked together preparing a nice meal. After we finished, it was time to head off to work. A nice kiss goodbye and we were off in our separate cars to go to our jobs. We had agreed to meet at the mall for supper and some shoping.Brad Costello had played football in high school. He put all his efforts into becoming the best player he could. His smooth personality and a little. Joe was my Dad’s brother. He lived in a small farming town in Alabama. They where dairy and poultry farmers and had a huge variety of farm animals. I had never met them and it had been years since the bothers paths crossed. But they kept in touch and exchanged phone calls once or twice a year. My dad on the other hand was a lawyer so it’s safe to say, they had different lifestyles.The next day, my parents sent me to my Uncle’s farm for the summer. Apparently, being outside and enjoying nature.