Like all men, I too secretly gossip about all the girls after you leave. My voice was never effeminate. From the surface, you would think I was straig...t, which is why I still occasionally have a well-intentioned friend offer to hook me up with a great girl. I just brush it off like I do in my sort of gruff way and tell them I'm just not interested in relationships.The lines in my face were starting to become more pronounced. I had sandy blonde hair, my facial hair coming in even lighter. This. “Also, I’ll know for a fact that I’ll be the envy of the universe.”“Give me that,” Yolanda finally found it in her to intervene.Hah, now she was going to taste some of her own medicine. He was the one to start running around the desk, with Yolanda on his tail.“What are you two doing there?” Aron asked, most probably intrigued by the ruckus on the other end.“Yolanda is being a total kid,” he answered promptly.“Am not,” the woman was trying hard to keep up with him. “You’re the kid. You must do. She doesn't see any sense in messing with things that ain't broke. Grandpa on the other hand would change things up every week if she let him have his way. As it is, she lets him change two things a year."There's gonna' be a war." The likes of which none of us as ever seen," he said, grinning. "And it would be ten times worse if the furniture had gotten ruined. He's got almost everything stored in the barn." Well, how did the flood happen to start with?" Oh, that's one for the books, too. He. Yes, the old 400 Mhz has surfed it's last erotic story site and taken with it every last story you archived to a hidden folder."Thank God for libraries," you think, glancing around quickly to make sure no one is looking, before pulling up the latest Couture story. No, they aren't the best written stories out there, but they never fail to make you wet.Yes, there's a new one! You bring up MSN, and switch your active window back to the story; just in case you need to clear the screen in a hurry.As.