I would call him but I don't know his number. He didn't give it to me when he called and the caller ID said it was 'blocked'. Whatever that means. But...I know he'll call. He said he would and I believe him. I just have to be patient. That's what mom says all the time when I get antsy. Just be patient she says. It will happen when it's supposed to happen. Sure. Just wait. Time goes so slow that it's hard to wait. But I have no choice. I'll wait.Why doesn't he call?At school today it's a trip to. Looking at me, she almost said no. Then, with a mischievous twinkle, she calmly turned to the waiter, and pulled open the entire top of her dress. Exposing her lovely breasts to him, she moved her hands under them for unneeded support. She then pinched her nipples until they were the 3⁄4 inch hard little berry's I love to suck. Then, calmly, she covered herself up and said thanks for a wonderful meal.As we left, we turned around and the poor waiter was still standing there with a dumb look on. What he did next took my breath away. He took hold of the hem of his T-Shirt and lifted it up over his head and dropped it to the floor, then unbuttoned his jeans. I held my breath as I watched my little 23 year old brother pull down his jeans and shorts down, leaving him standing there totally naked in front of me. He was going to get on the bed but I held up my hand to stop him. “Turn the light on” I said breathlessly “I want to see you.” Obeying me immediately, as if I was in authority, or. "She left a note. She said she was going to the golf course and try tojoin a threesome or find a partner to play with. She also mentionedsomething about hitting a bucket- whatever that means. She said she'd beback in time for dinner," Wilma said relaying the note almost word forword.Wendy and his grandma had assembled a hearty but healthy breakfast of'egg beater' vegetable omelets, fresh fruit, whole wheat toast, andWendy's favorite, his grandma's homemade strawberry jam. And, of course,Madge's.