"Bobby, you are almost nine years old now and nine year old boys are not, I repeat, not ever afraid to open their own closet door!"I knew she was righ... but my tummy was still turning over and I had that terrible feeling that my pancakes and syrup were about to leave it the same way they just went down. I had this sudden urge to run to the bathroom and do number one but since she was already in my bedroom, I just had to get her to open the door and end my reluctance to take the risk all by. Since the memories of the dream were still so strong, I unloaded the shower hose to rinse and made my mancunt ready for any visits during the day. After toothbrushing and a careful shaving, I finished the morning routines by lubricating my mantits with a hormone ointment. My mantits has grown to real breasts with sensitive nipples and they rests really comfortable in a bra. What size do I have on my bra? -No, no gentleman is asking a woman such things! ;)When I was ready to meet the day, I put. His other big seller was “Ice” and he had a huge machine that worked non-stop to produce the little cubes around the clock for all kinds of needs out on the boats without any refrigeration.A nifty little cabin cruiser that I knew for a fact slept four tied up without ceremony and I looked it over without pausing to suck down my morning beer that I drank each day as part of my special diet. At least, that is what I told myself because I didn’t want the angst of thinking I was addicted to booze.. A picture of the beautiful Iowa farm came to him and he watched as it panned through his mind. He loved the farm but he always wanted to see what the rest of the world was like. He bounced around for a few years after high school working on the farm but he had itchy feet and longed for that special place that every man looks for but never finds. He had Henry David Thoreau's saying on his bedroom wall. "Most men live lives of quiet desperation." He was determined that that wasn't going to be.