"Damn, this one just doesn't pour straight. Sorry about that." "Let me try." I took the nut and upended it over her torso, liberally coating her breas...s and stomach and making sure that plenty dribbled down into the furry little crevice between her thighs. "Jeez, what a sticky, sloppy mess," I said, tossing the coconut aside. "You really know how to flatter a girl." She pulled my head down and held it firmly against her elegant bosom. I licked the milk off her breasts with long slow strokes of. ’ She sat back down, pulled her jacket closer around her and stuck her hands into the pockets, her eyes on me, her face hard. She sure didn’t talk much. I sat down in a place where I could watch the ruined storefront by the last light of a cloudy sky. I took off my ruck but kept it close, extracting my dirty sweater to pull it over my head. It grew quiet. After a while I fell asleep. I awoke with a start, suddenly realizing she was very close to me in the dim light. I reached for my ruck. I. It's one of those things that is too easily put off if you don't force yourself to do it. So force myself I did; I used every one of the machines in the basement, finishing up on the treadmill as I always did. When I was finished I was huffing, puffing and sweaty; just what a good workout is supposed to do.I heard an army of footsteps upstairs; knowing the girls were home I went up to a festive atmosphere. The word was out that Dan Blueburg was history, seems a lot of girls had a very low. I took another toke and handed the joint back to him, saying “Here, take this, I think I’ve had plenty.” He took it from my hand and crushed it out before placing his hand on my thigh and whispering “So you ready to see our little home movie?” I gave him a sideways glance like “You know I am” and he reached over to the laptop and pulled up the video. Before he pushed play he explained that he has edited it to eliminate the dead time and that some of the conversations were muffled. He also said.