I don't know how typical I was, but since the age of 10 my hormones were always racing. It took absolutely nothing to give me a hard-on. See a pretty ...irl, bam, hard on. Catch a glimpse down a blouse or sweater, hard on. Just riding these old buses, lots of stop and go, lots of vibration, hard on. Getting off, lots of butts to rub against or let me hand slide over, "ooops sorry, sure is crowded", hard on. It was spring, no more coats, lots more bodies to see and touch. I liked watching the. Giving me a tired grin Bee said in Farsi, "Hello my pretty flower," asI flew into her arms hoping she would not feel my undies!"Ahem!" The taxi driver said interrupting our kiss. "That will be ?24please Miss."Breaking our embrace, Bee handed me one of her bags and told me, "Popthat in my room and go and make me a pot of cha-ee sweetheart, I'mgagging!"Nodding I walked back into the house hearing Bee telling the taxidriver to keep the change, as she pulled her case from car. A momentlater I. Why, yesterday, Fifi pushed Trish off the bottom step of the porch and she hurt her elbows.”“Is that so?” Clark looked at Fifi. “We’ll deal with you later, young lady.”“She bit me, see,” Fifi said in her defense and showed him her forearm without a mark or scratch.“OK, for now, you two stay clear of each other and I’ll deal with Trish later, too.”The girls looked at each other, pouting their lips and holding their wriggly arms over their chests. They knew that they had disappointed Daddy and. I rubbed my eyes. Glancing around the small apartment, which besides the two adjoining bedrooms wasn't much more than the a tiny kitchenette and sitting area with a couch and TV, it hit me. "Where's Todd?" "He went for one of his runs. Last night, he said he wasn't going to, so I made breakfast enough for three. But when he got up this morning, he said he needed to preemptively work off some of the excess calories he expected to consume today. You know your mother and the holidays. Cookies,.