. and now I'm getting a hard-on again. “Sandy.... wow... it looks great. I like it... but I'm really tired,” I tell her, “and now I'm getting tu...ned-on again. I won't be able to sleep.” She doesn't move but looks at my renewed erection. “Oh.... sorry,” Sandy whispers, “I didn't think it would get you hard.” I think otherwise, of course, but I'm not complaining. As always, I imagine a snapshot of this scene – I'm lying nude in bed, hard-on and all, and my nude teen-aged sister is standing over. As we had designed my toga to reach down to my knees, if that was desired, I could wear mine without a problem.There were a lot of great costumes, this year. We have a few brainiacs who have gotten into creating outfits for many school events, and others they sell based on their favorite Anime characters. Some of their offerings were, like mine, just within the school’s dress code requirements. Cynthia Long created an outfit based on Major from Ghost in the Shell. It was one outfit that skirted. " Well yes. He went back to his old life I guess you could say." Idon't feel particularly clever with my distortion of the truth, but itwill suffice."Bummer! I'm sorry. Did he know about the baby?" No." It's a glum assessment. "I suppose that's good now though." Maybe." She's at a loss of where to go.After a period of silence she says simply. "Please don't ever talkabout dying again." Okay." I appease. "I won't." I'm so sad. But at the same time so relieved. To think that youalmost died from. Only when she finished her follow-through did she look up and pick up the ball in flight. It was in a low but still-rising trajectory just to the right of the fairway centerline. Finally it came down and landed at a shallow angle that would maximize the roll. With the top-spin put on the ball by her slight draw, the ball continued to run and finally came to a stop."That was 285 yards in the air, Mistress, and another 30 on the roll," Duchess informed her. You hit it 315 yards." Then she paused.