So I give the smartass what he wants and we head into the city. I’m wearing black tights, knee high heeled boots, a tight black t-shirt, a gray swea...er, which hardly covers my butt. I’m not wearing any underwear. He tells me I may regret my choice of colors.We get to the bar before midnight, so we had a couple hours before last call. We had a few drinks and danced. He would be talking with some of his friends while I enjoyed the music. When last call came he ordered me a shot of tequila, that I. She had initially felt embarrassed at wearing a swimsuit because of her weight, but realized that they were the only ones around the pool. Thinking about it, she realized that made sense. Everyone in the hotel was traveling on business and would be busy at work. She wondered if life around the pool would pick up after work.Deciding that ten minutes had passed, she called out to the boys, “Let’s go up to the room and dress for lunch.”“Okay, mom,” John said while climbing out of the wading. Arriving home just after 3 a.m, Michael locked his mom’s Volvo and undressed going up the walk. If anyone saw him, that was just tough. He liked being naked.Michael stood 5’1-1/2” tall and weighed 96 lbs. He was the smallest boy at Lutheran High School. He also had the smallest penis of any boy in school, a pitiful 3-1/4” long, achingly erect. He’d spent a lot of time erect tonight. He’d swallowed 3 big mouthfuls of sperm, but hadn’t ejaculated a drop of his own. He probably wouldn’t, not this. For some reason I kept thinking about the ending to ‘More Dirty Work’ and wondering what would happen to Emily, what the big plan she and Pops had come up with was, whether it would work. As I lay in the dark, ideas began to come to me, about their plan and beyond. Things started to fall into place and I felt the need to make some notes. I slipped out of bed, carefully avoiding waking Karen up and quietly padded downstairs to the study. Still unsure this story would work, I began to make notes.