But the dumber the shit I say, the higher my licks go up! People actually licked for me. For me! Fucking reektards!Now I’m the fucking Proctologist!...And it sucks. I mean, I guess it’s better than Peter Gazer Prince. That closet runner would turn America into an episode of the “Handmate’s Tale.”Just come out already, quit the charade, Mickey! We all know you take it in the keister! If he resigns, he and Alfred P. Newman and Dustin from Canada can all hook up for a ménage-a-trois…This job sucks.. Thank you and stay safe.”You could hear the cheers down the hall and probably throughout the building.Diane and I decided to celebrate by proceeding with what we had already begun. However, a text to Tim and Sarah, warning them away seemed to be appropriate.Tim, Sarah, and Madison had not noticed the alerts for the Dean’s call, nor did they attend or notice the texts from their roommates afterwards. They had been otherwise engaged in one of the wildest sexual adventures any of them had tried. “Not to worry,” she said confidently, “you’ll have all the motivation you need to come across on screen as very authentic.” He couldn’t wait and she didn’t want to wait, so Ed cleaned up and drove to a downtown office that afternoon for his initial interview. The office building was dark and other than the security guard at the door, seemed totally uninhabited. Ed was directed to the 15 th Floor where a very statuesque woman greeted him at the elevator. “Hello,” she said pleasantly, extending. The neighboring houses were quiet outside as it was near dinner time. Billy concluded that many families were probably sitting down for supper. There was no traffic on the street nor was anyone outside. The time was right so he made his move toward Linda's house.He parked his bike along the side of the driveway hidden from street view. He went to the side door of the garage and turned its handle - it was unlocked. He quietly and slowly opened it and saw no cars parked inside. He was pretty.