I casually said her that I am coming home after watching a long blue film in my friend’s house, that’s why I am late. She did not utter any word, ...ut gave an uncomfortable smile and left the place. Then, my conscience just awoke and I came to know that I did a mistake my telling this to her. Then, fear grew in me that she might tell my parents about this. Then, I met her at the dining table and sat beside her. I slowly gathered some courage and whispered in her ears, “please don’t tell my. He would be always be remembered for thisstartling incident.***There were several more changes that took place when Blandings Landing wastransformed, at least for some of its residents, into Sissytown. Each ofthe males who were affected experienced some variety of poetic justice.Chunky Ralph Snelt, the obnoxious reporter who had come as close topossible to slandering many of his neighbors, without actually doing it,became a top story himself. He placed an ad in the Personals. It must have been an outstanding fantasy for her because her orgasm seemed to go on and on, and I had to really work trying to keep myself hard enough to stay inside her until she finally collapsed on top of me panting and gasping for breath. I put my arms around her, whispering I loved her as I brushed the hair from her face tucking it behind her ear. We remained unmoving for a long time, as our breathing returned to normal and we lay there caressing each other. Her groin was still pressed. The brunette sitting on Fred's left cursed and slammed her beer down, splashing his left cuff. "Oh hell, I'm sorry!" she spluttered, trying to dab at his sleeve with a napkin. "Look, I'll pay for the cleaning bill..." "That's okay," Fred reassured her, gently removing her hand from his wrist. "I guess you were rooting for the Cowboys, huh?" The woman grunted, muttering something unintelligible and downing the last of her beer. Fred didn't mind; the bet he'd just won would pay for.