I used the pan juices along with the giblets, leg meat and a butter & flour roux to whip up turkey gravy. I ran it through the blender to get it cream... smooth. I carved the bird in the kitchen then brought everything out to the table. The glazed carrots came out of the oven piping hot. My biscuits and Julie's bread were a hit. The carrots were sweet and played off the cranberry relish. I hadn't made stuffing, but it wasn't missed by anyone but me. I thought the turkey was wonderful and got no. When I returned to my room, Jenny was waiting for me on my bed. "Hey," I greeted her as I walked in. "How are you feeling?" "Really good," she answered with a smile, which quickly faltered to a frown. "What?" "Before I came down for dinner ... I thought I shit myself, Sam. I felt something plop out of my butt and I raced to the bathroom to find this in my underwear." She held up the suppository. I immediately began to weep silent tears. "What's the meaning of this, Sam? Why would you do this to. The rest of her was like a stranger, and I have a right to get hard for a stranger.Hell, I have an obligation to bone up, if only to reassure myself I wasn't gay!It didn't take long for me to steer the conversations with Kitty towards sex, and where she stood with boys now that her puberty godmother blessed her with such a killer body.Certain things you can't fake, and when Kitty actually blushed crimson at the thought of sex, I was sure she was still a virgin.In the first two weeks that I was. “Well, as you see I’m still here. And, single. I’ve been divorced for a year now,” she replied showing me her left hand which looked bare compared to the way I remembered it with an engagement ring and wedding band. “My shift is over in thirty minutes, are you busy?” “I’m open, especially for my best girl. I’ll wait for you. I just need to get something to eat for supper,” I replied. “No you don’t, Doug. You’re coming with me. Don’t even think about waltzing in here after being gone for six.