I’m pretty sure he had a virgin hole. I could tell it was tight. He probably made those long skinny turds when he took a dump. Well, his hole wasn�...t small and tight after Mom got through with it. His shit would come out in big fat French bread sized turds now. Mom put a collar around Brian’s neck and chained him to the coffee table. She plays with guys a lot on that table so it was bolted to the floor. Brian wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was I. Ms. Anderson had called Mom from school about. "I will, of course, if the girls don't mind cleaning up in the kitchen. Oh, and Jake, your Uncle Steve says that he's looking for help at the stables. He didn't say what kind, so it could be cleaning the stalls. Still, if you need work to provide for a wife and child... ," Mom noted that her brother had an opening."Beggars can't be choosers, Mom. I'll do it if it pays enough to cover the bills, though I hope for more pleasant work," I shrugged."See, more sensible than you thought, Larry. Cut. . it just happened.”“Is there any chance a video or still photographs exist of that night?” Rick asked urgently.“Or of any other night,” Sarah added.“Honestly, I don’t know,” Liz admitted.“Absolutely, positively not!” Ryan said. “I personally confiscated every single electronic device anytime things got ... out of hand. I was with the label then. I had ... people ... to make sure the guys understood the rules if they talked out of turn. I have names of everyone and I will make it a point to. Our destination was a high-end men’s shop. I had already been there once, and this was just for the final fitting, to see if they’d missed anything. They were well aware I would be wearing the tux in front of the Queen, so no effort was spared. The suit fit me like a glove.I had purchased it and two business suits for an obscene amount of money, but I was swayed when they showed me one elderly gentleman in the shop waiting for another suit. The one he was wearing was immaculate. “We made that.