Edwards, but we believe this belongs to you.” And proceeded to attempt to pass David to me through the doorway.Now, my surname isn’t Edwards, but ...avid’s is, so I realised at once that they thought I was his father and that this was David’s apartment. But before I was able to correct them and protest, they turned on their heels and disappeared down the stairs. Meanwhile, David had slumped at my feet in a heap!Then I remembered. He had been getting uptight about doing so many exams at school. All I had to do was get eighteen pairs of panties and one from the dorm or another and I had a week to do it. While I was watching the dorm to get the schedules of the girls, I got to watch things that go on in the sorority One girl I watched undress in front of her mirror. Then she started to play with her tits, but when she spread her legs and started to play with her pussy, I almost fell out of the tree I was in. I watched her throw her head back as she squeezed one tit and play with the. " Yeah, one of them was our new schoolmarm." A voice called out from the back of the crowd."The other feller was a fancy looking dude," The sheriff said as he spit a wad of tobaco juice onto the ground. "Told the gang that he was worth a fair piece of change."Virgil looked at his brother and they both nodded their head knowing that the man they came to town for had once again found himself in trouble."I'm not sure how he does it," Virgil mused. "He just naturally finds a way to get into tight. ”He stopped again. I kept looking down into my lap. We were still at the intersection – stationary. The car being still was like a metaphor for my brain. While we’d been moving, I’d been able to think. Now we were stopped, my brain was stopped too. And Dad’s sentences couldn’t get started either. Maybe he was having the same trouble with his brain. I don’t know if metaphor is the right word but there was clearly some connection.The solution was obvious. All Dad had to do was pull out into the.