It would not have been a big surprise if I did end up marrying Ronnie, I figured. After that lunch, my subconscious began developing a plan to do pr...cisely that. Dinner was outdoors as well, and was more-or-less a repeat of lunch. The guys broke tradition, and did a little more work after dinner, until 7. 7 was as late as my Grandfather would ever let anyone work. It's some kind of tradition in the Pennsylvania Dutch culture, or something. We all went inside the house then, and because. During this sitting — mother could not take her eyes from me. When I looked at her, she would smile gently and then turn toward the television. I wondered what she may be thinking? I prayed it wasn’t something crazy like calling Cathy Summers’ parents or the school! Parents do stupid things like that sometimes.It was dark outside when I turned off the television, disgusted at the loss of hours to moronic programming. The ice was long melted and mom had been silent for hours — as I had not seen. She said, "That's because he gets laid all the time."The brother grimaced. He replied, 'I know he gets laid all the time."Andrew said, 'If you went into the Kalahari and asked a bushman who Andrew Adkins was, the bushman would say 'that's the guy that gets laid all the time'. Everyone in the world seems to know about my sex life."A wife said, "Yes dear, and we are all very proud."Andrew didn't want to leave the solitaire story alone. He said, "But look, I've uncovered an anomaly here in my card. "He is a good man, he understands girls," Carla said reassuringly, "We caught almost all his girls didn't we Marco?" Yes, you know what I likes," Marco agreed, "Not too fat, nice tits, sexy, you know juice up real fast." But!" Julia pleaded, "You can't, not sell me!" Oh no, just hire," Carla said, "A week maybe, after that you can decide whether to stay on or not, that's if he likes you." Oh god!" Julia exclaimed."So show me how you suck cock," Marco demanded as the man paid his fifty.