"I've never cheated on Bonnie," he thought. "And if it ever comes to that, it certainly won't be with the local drunk!" The image of Tracy's lithe, yo...ng body with her pink nipples and shaved crotch suddenly popped into his mind, and he thought it would be with someone more like her. "Someone fresh," he thought, "someone who I can enjoy, but won't bitch at me!"It was getting late by the time David had finished his cranberry juice. "It's a good thing Tracy isn't around tonight!" he thought. He. “You’re brother? So you’re littermates? I take it your species hasn’t expanded much if that’s the best you can manage for a mate. No wonder you’re all so slow and unexceptional, you’ve been inbreeded, reinforcing the same defective attributes!”“We’re different. That doesn’t make us inferior. From where I sit, it seems your species has reached the end of its natural life. You’re incapable of recognizing strengths when blinded by noncompliance with your formalized and outdated rules and. I run downstairs to the basement to take off my wet boots and clothes. I run back upstairs in just a old pair of sweats I found downstairs. Once again I am taken aback by what the candles have done to the mystery of the house. I call out your name and hear nothing back. I walk through the kitchen and call out with no response, I move to the living room and once again nothing, I walk into the study/bar room and see you sitting in my big leather chair with just a tie on (my favorite one), with. ." Keep it in the bedroom," he was advised. "Trust me, it's safer and warmer. And with softer sheets!" Jack nodded and made him a promise to stay out trouble, before asking after his companion. He wasn't told anything about Poppy and was escorted to the front desk to be signed out. His parents appeared behind him, both scowling, and he gave a muted "Hi." Jack," a female voice screeched from the other side of the reception area. "Jack, sorry!" Poppy?" Jack asked as he spun around, but his father.