“What is your favorite thing to do in bed?” he asked. “Let us go to your place and I will show you.” I said. It was a short drive to his pla...e but it felt like forever; because I knew I would finally be able to have him in my arms. He was after all drop dead sexy. We go inside straight to his bed room. He had a king size bed with bed posts and a mirror above his bed. He turns on some music and sits on the edge of his bed. “Now what were you going to show me?” he asks. “You will see soon.” I. My money is on bracing herself for an exciting mount." Yes, but we'll be in church." An empty church, or at least a church with a closed kitchen. Everyone knows you can't come into the kitchen after Sister Odem begins her cleanup. Anyway, I'm sending you out and I'm not letting you back in the house unless your dick smells like pussy, so you're going, you're trying, and if you can't score on her, you'd better score some off Eve or else get a motel room." All right, damnit, I'm doing it. I can. We had our fun of course. We even took the liberty of joking with Mister Loeschen about his fiddle playing ability. Rusty even went so far as to joke that Mister was probably a good seamstress as well while in the presence of Mrs. Loeschen. When Mister wasn’t looking, she nodded behind his back and we all got a good laugh. Mister wasn’t nearly as formidable as before. He didn’t need to be stern to get the work done; the pipe crew was more than capable. Summer ended of course and with it. " Go ahead," she urged. "I'm listening."James took a breath and was about to begin his 'dba story' when the department secretary stuck her head in the door. "The County's closing the roads. We have to close the office in fifteen minutes."James hadn't noticed how bad the weather had become. There was a heavy snow falling and the wind was driving it sideways. "I better give you a raincheck on this story of mine," James said. "I think that I'll get on the road." You'll never make it all the way to.