Every friday night, we had what we called, friday cudde or in swedish, "fredagsmys".We used to watch a movie at night and eat snacks and candy.One day... when i was in my younger youth, as a virgin, i came home and mother had baked cinnamomrolls and we ate them at our movienight.But this time mom said that she was tired of all the baking and she said that she felt dirty of all housework and was taking a bath and sauna.I didnt think much more about it but as she walked away past the tv i watched. The four entered a clean-looking tavern and sat at the bar."Can I help you?", the bartender asked suspiciously, but while taking care not to sound dismissive of them. Insulting mages is risky enough but to a businessman, offending paying customers may be worse.The man beckoned him closer, and the bartender leaned forward, hesitantly. The man's black blindfold hid his eyes, making his intentions that much harder to guess."We're looking for someone," the man whispered. "A man who goes by the name. ”I continued; “I may need to stay until at least semester break, rentals are scarce right now, I would imagine. I don’t want to go back to the dorms, and I am not going back to the frat. That is if it is all right with you, of course. I would like to fix up the apartment over the garage if you will let me stay. That way your male friends can come over without the nosy son getting in the way.” I laughed after that. “I can even kick in a few bucks rent to help with the minuscule amount of food. Some biker you are."After a few more kisses, Frieda said, "I need the bathroom bad and I have to get some aspirin out of my belly pack. I tried to drink the bars dry, didn't I?"Frieda surprised me by getting up naked and walking out of the bedroom to the bathroom. When she was through in the bathroom, she walked into the kitchen where I could hear her talking to Shirley, then I heard Bart's gravely voice. This babe had balls. I quickly got up and slid my jeans on, only to meet Frieda as she.