Her hair was loose around her face and she really looked stunning.“Oh, you’re ready for me. That’s good.” And she stepped close as though to s...ueeze past me. I held up a half desperate hand, noticing that she was wearing a thin summer dress, incongruous for the time of year.“No one has seen me,” she said throatily, as she glanced meaningfully up and down the corridor.She knew she had me, as she stepped inside. Trouble was I’d borne the ache of celibacy for too long. Nothing since the. His father, Charlie, was a tyrant of a parent. He pushed Mike harder than he ever had his older sister, Danielle, being harsh in punishment and infrequent in his praises."Are you okay Mama?" he asked, pulling her to him for another hug."Not at first," she said quietly, emotion making her voice quaver. "He left me, not the other way around. I shared some secrets and thoughts I had kept bottled up for a long time and he couldn't handle it. He screamed, called me all sorts of filthy and mean. I asked if there was anything else I could do for her, and she said, "I think I'm good for now, but I'll come find you if there is anything else"...At this point I wasn't sure what to do. She obviously saw me rock hard and I thought for sure she was going to approach me with aggression. I went back into my office and continued to work. Around 10pm I finished up for the night, went upstairs to get a bath, and told her I was getting ready to go to bed. She said, "Okay, have a good night." While. ”“They look fine to me. Actually, we’re just about out of beer and they look pretty close to done, so I’d say your cavemanning skills remain intact.”“Good, good. I almost wish we had some football to grunt at. At which to grunt?”“If you’re rearranging your prepositions in an attempt to sound posh, you’re not exactly in the right mindset for grunting at football games. Anyway, it’s not a weekend, the preseason isn’t real football, and I’d much rather eat and drink.”“Me too, son. Me too. What are.