He looked out the window and sighed. He didn't have much hope left these days but, still... He glanced over at the night stand. Damn teeth. Their smil... mocked him. He didn't feel like smiling. Even the weather mocked him. Days were always bright. Should have been dark. Dark, gloomy, filled with the thunder and flash of his rage.He sighed again, grabbed his cane and tottered over to where his clothes were neatly laid out for him. Funny, that. Just like she used to set them out during happier. It wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the promise that theywould keep it up until I got it right scared me into trying. Theresultant grimace wasn't great but Dave said it would do. FinallyGloria suggested the men pose with me. I knelt in front of them,Dave unzipped his fly and placed my hand around his penis. Ibegan to perform as he wished. When he was done he did not puthis penis back into his pants, he stood next to we while I wasforced to suck Phil. During this time Gloria took numerous. Amy pushed him again with a smile. He would have to make the next move. He paused, then nervously plunged ahead. ‘What do you think about Burnside’s opinions about Latin America’s dependency on the US? I was wondering, because in my Central American history class we’re looking at dependency theories which are almost the opposite of what Burnside is saying.’ Amy smiled internally. Obviously Paul was not a master at pick-up lines. Somehow that comforted her. ‘I haven’t taken the Political Science. Let's see how firm she really is on backing out.I looked out towards the back yard, 'Can I show you some of the flowers that have come up?' I reached out my hand and Jean took it standing up. She squinted slightly and wiggled her ass. Then she took a deep breath and followed me out to the deck. There I pointed out a flower on a low stand. She bent over to smell the fragrance. When she stood up she flinched a little. Interesting, I thought to myself. I pointed out another just across the patio..