He felt comfortable here; his little talks with Sally always left him feeling better. But today the emotions were somehow different. There was a stran...e feeling surrounding him, sad but yet happy, almost like this wasn't his place anymore.Suddenly from out of nowhere, Jim was surrounded by thousands of colorful butterflies, flapping their wings in a frenzy of activity. Jim couldn't help but smile.Then almost in unison, they landed on the grass around him, with the exception of one lone. You don't know why you bother coming to these, and half the time you aren't even sure why you're friends with these people. After a drink or two, all they do is tease you. You're the virgin, you never get nailed, you never cut loose, hell - you probably don't even like boys! Maybe you're a lesbian. You don't let it bother you though. You pride yourself on not being the friend with the likelihood of a fungus growing out of your vagina. And at least they are still paying attention to you, so they. Pal ! !WHAT IN THE SCREAMING HELL AM I GOING TO DOWITH EIGHT MAIDS-A-MILKING?JESUS!!!I THINK I PREFER THE GODDAMN BIRDS!THE GODDAMN MAIDS-A-MILKING HAD TO BRING THEIR GODDAMN COWS.THERE IS COW SHIT ALL OVER MY LAWN AND BIRD SHIT ALL OVER THE HOUSE.I CANNOT MOVE MY FEET.JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE,SMARTASS.DAY NINELISTEN SHITHEAD ! !YOU'RE A SADISTIC BASTARD!NOW I HAVE NINE PIPERS PIPING IN MY FRONT YARDAND THEY ARE STANDING KNEE DEEP IN COW SHIT.THIS AFTER CHASING THOSE MAIDS ALL NIGHT LONG. . "Come on down," I said with an uncontrollable smile on my face. "I'll get a comforter for us."Without another second of hesitation she hung up the phone. I grabbed a thick, king-size comforter from the closet and headed outside. Looking up the driveway toward her house, I saw she was already over halfway down to my place. She was wearing a loose, flowing shirt and it looked like she was wearing nothing else, although I figured she had bikini briefs on. Her oiled legs shimmered in the sun as she.