“We’ll be gone soon enough. We’ll go to dinner down the street. I have a surprise for you.” “A surprise? Really? Can I eat it? Is it candy? ...he food here sucks. I’m starving” “Just hang on a little while longer.....it’s better than candy.” Wow, better than candy, I thought to myself. However, the show did finally come to an end and many a disappointed male left the gallery with neither a painting nor a phone number. The whole thing drove me nuts. You suggested we go out to dinner and we walked. But I wanted to get to the house possibly before the new milkers, or “The Milkers, yeah,” assuming they might be headed there, to avoid maybe being beat up on the way perhaps in the middle of the road. I didn’t know.I was getting more and more angry, completely unnerved and at the same time frightened out of my wits, really mad in a different braver way, unlike myself and so damned hungry. So I just took off immediately without cleaning up because I was already a bleeding breeding needy nerd. Also, a decision was made to switch from conventional narrow, large diameter wheels to much wider, smaller diameter wheels made all of steel. This new wheel design should overcome a tendency of the conventional wheels to get stuck in loose sand and to break when forced to flex. The decision was made even though the smaller diameter wheel would cut into the top speed of the war wagon, but it would give a mechanical advantage of almost 2 to 1 over the conventional wheel design.These two changes. I know my interest and curiosity were immediately aroused, just as soon as I started to realize what it was she was up to. At first, I didn't believe Brenda would meet with any success. Cindy's day had been every bit as long and tiring as mine had been.It didn't take long for me to have to adjust both my opinion, and the hardening dick growing in my briefs. By then, Brenda had a serious lip lock on Cindy's neck, and I could see the outline of some hand movements beneath the sheets. By the time.