I hookr=ed up ma portable to check my messages at work . I was amazed at how fast Gerry’s people had worked. there was a bunch of messages in that f...lder we had created in the morning. I checked mine first and openend thi folder , it was mostly messages from mutual friends and her sister. but there were a few from a’ Loulou’, il was the Marie Louise she had talked about . The first one 2 weeks ago, She was asking my wife if she had enjoyed (Robert) and was he hot ? . We better get cleaned up and dressed before my family gets home from my brother's hockey game.We put some of our clothes on upstairs in my bedroom and then we went to the family room to find the rest of the clothes. We sat down on the sofa."Will, can we get together again soon? I'd like to do this again." I'd love that. I'm busy tomorrow. How about after school on Tuesday?" No, I have piano lessons on Tuesday. What about Monday?" I have scouts then. Wednesdays?" I'm free then. On Thursdays I. But, I think they should bare their bottoms for my paddle for making us wait a week for the juiciest part of their stories!Where do I get my inspiration for my stories? Everywhere. My mind can turn the simplest thing into something sexual. Today, as I sit at my desk, I look out my window for inspiration. His hair catches my eye. It looks like liquid gold in the sunshine with a hint of red. His beard and mustache look like they might tickle in the right circumstance. Immediately, my. She spoke to Joy, telling her to flee. Joy roused Andy, telling him “We have to leave. We must leave now.” “Why? That was intense. I’d like to lie here for a bit, Joy.” Urgency crept into her voice. “Andy, we must leave immediately. The fairies are weaving a cloth that will trap us. We have to go now.” —o— In the Labor and Delivery Suite Andy reached across with a damp, cool cloth and wiped the perspiration from Joy’s brow. He leaned further and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Joy.” She.