“I thought you were spending the afternoon at Tasha’s.”“So did I. Do you have a moment?”Dad gave me a ‘look’ which implied he was concer...ed that I’d done something wrong, but I ignored him for the moment. I needed my mom’s advice, not the ‘Dutch Reformed’ reaction I’d likely get from my dad. Mom and I went to the kitchen where she had a pot of tea on the warmer. We poured ourselves mugs, she put on a sweater which was hanging on a hook by the back door, and we went out onto the patio. It had. Just as Kelly said, the space was empty. In fact, it was unadorned. They hadn’t even added the padding or soundproofing. I left that space and checked around and under the furniture. Nothing.I was beginning to wonder if Dad had either buried the locket in the yard or put it in a safety deposit box somewhere.I left the playroom. Other than the boxes in the garage or the shed out back, I couldn’t think of anywhere else to look. I had to talk to Dad, and I couldn’t trust that the roads would be. " Listen, girl. Tad really is just fine. I mean, I saw it, and sure, he's a little below average, but I've seen smaller. And I've gotten off with guys who were smaller, too. One guy, anyway."Louise's lecture wasn't over. "Listen, Cathy, a big one is nice -- damned nice! But it's not the end of the world. I'll tell you right now, you're better off with a guy like Tad who's nuts about you, then some big-dick, big-ego guy who thinks all he has to do is stick it in and stir and you'll go all. The sight stiffened Steve's cock quickly and when he was fully erect, he pulled Donna away from Lana, and flipped her onto her back."You'd better be wet," he said, "because that was so hot I don't think I can wait for you to warm up before I nail you. Do you have any last words?" Yes," she said, and fell silent."What are they?" he asked."That is my last word. 'Yes'"Steve swore he'd heard that exchange before, but couldn't place it. Fortunately, he wasn't quizzed on it. Despite a good night's.