The boys won both games so it was 9 pm when me and Billie set off. The coach had set an midnight curfew.As we rode the taxi to the theater I asked Bil...ie if he had a target of number of men he wanted so I would have an idea when to take him out.“No I want as many as possible, I wont use the safe word, we just have to be back for curfew.”I doubted him, but OK let them fuck.He rented a locker and put his jeans and jacket inside. I grabbed his leash and led him inside.Last night there had been. It meant that she would have to try harder is all. She plowedahead with her mission and said, "I'm not sure what to call you rightnow. Is it Bubbles, Bob, or Bobbi?"She instantly knew that this was the wrong thing to say as Bob almostphysically recoiled and his expression became impassive. There was noanger or joy displayed; just an emotionless mask seemed to appear."Bubbles is my stage name, you gave it to me. But I hardly look like aBob anymore, so I had my name officially changed to. ”“It could!” Jack threw up his hands. Like talking to a fucking wall. Walls. “You don’t see what I’m fucking pointing out here? You two idiots have been at each other’s throats for so long, making everything worse for everyone, but you’re doing it over the most idiotic reason! You both loved this dude, and—”Michael’s body erupted in an explosion of mass, flesh, and madness.Jack jumped back and stared on as the man’s height rose until his head hit the ceiling. His shoulders expanded wide, and. I hope you are just studying up there!" I'm passing, Mom!" protested Thomas."You better do more than pass!"Dad stepped out. "Hold on, honey." He then looked at Thomas. "You two go upstairs. I'll talk to you in a second."From upstairs, Tara could hear the conversation. She made Thomas wait for sex so she could concentrate to hear."There's more to life than good grades," said Dad."If he wants the best schools, he needs the best grades," replied Mom."He's a good boy." You didn't even like your son.