“You’re the best, Froggy.”“You make me cum so hard, Froggy.”“Keep going, Froggy.”Froggy this, Froggy that.A pleasant dinner at a pleasan... table. I took inventory: the Sisters, Peggy and Pru. Wandy, their age, and pretty sparkly. Trish, completely at ease in the conversational stream. Always has been, not the least bit worried about The Look from Auntie Pru or my sainted mother.Who, the sainted one, smiled at Trish, “Spending the night, babe?”Trish nodded, finished swallowing the fish, “Yep.. Then it was back intothe chair. She clipped some hair and then inserted rollers that hethought were too tight but when he said something she told him theywere the way they were supposed to be. She finished with therollers and put some lotion on the rollers and then a plasticbonnet on him. Then she started on his eyebrows. He didn't think hecould take any more when she stopped and started to work on hiseyes. She said Monica had told her to give him the deluxetreatment, so she was going to give. I can smell him now. The scent, familiar, like the cologne sprayed t-shirt a lover leaves when they go away on a long trip without you. He's poised in front of me, on his hands and knees, creeping closer. I pull the sheets away, my naked body caressed by the gentle breeze filtering in off the balcony. I could look into his eyes for an eternity, but holy fuck, that cock. He smiles. “You can look.” I watch as his long, limp member pulses. It grows before my eyes, his foreskin pulling back to. He knew that the council would chisel away at the amount and quality of food they would actually end up sending. Probably lining their own packets in the meantime, he thought to himself.Standing in his driveway, he said good bye to Juliet. In exchange for his chaste kiss, she handed Simon a folder. Inside it were pictures and documents detailing the Reverend's involvement in a white slavery and prostitution ring that operated out of a farm to the east of Staunton. Simon was amazed. How could.