And, you know bitch your hiney had better let him be in charge or your ass is grass!”“I was only kidding, I will clean her bathrooms, and I don’... want to leave you!“I don’t think that will be enough to save your baby-fat ass. Brass tacks you should prepare yourself as is to be fucked HARD and strong in your ass, period. As you are, my dear Gwyn. Lube be damned as he takes your Hershey Highway tonight.“I believe you want to make this right. We can still be as happy as clams! Here’s a tip on how. I found out about what you did with my mom.” “WHAT? HOW? I mean, what the fuck are you talking about?” “Well, all my underwear were dirty last night so I went into her drawer, and guess what I fucking found? Your little yellow fucking crotchless panties you're so fond of wearing all the time. And when I confronted her about them, she told me you left them behind when you snuck out the back door the night my dad came home early a few nights ago. When I started screaming at her she said. Crane picked this out a couple of years before I retired. She wanted to be in warm weather, and I wanted to be on the water. I love to boat, fish a little, and swim – though you do not swim in fresh water in Florida, unless you would like to be alligator dinner."We found it all right here." He went off somewhere in his head, remembering better days with his bride. By tacit agreement, the three of us let him have time to reflect.After the wait to give her father time, Sherrie said, "Brian, we. Before you get so caught up in the hoopla and the fever that’s going to happen on Saturday after our game ... sit down together, without me. That’s right. Sit down with your parents. Sit down with the Coaches. Talk about what’s best for you, for your education, for your life. You’re all Salthawks, you’re all my family. I want the absolute best for all of you! But the only one who can make that decision for you IS you! Make it a good one.”I hopped down from the stage. Coach Thompson stood up.