“It’s Saturday young lady, I hope you’re wearing the appropriate undergarment beneath that dress.” I said in a mock stern voice. “Why yes ...ir, I am” she said playing along. “What does it read?” “Saturday, sir” “I do think you are lying.” “No sir, I’m not.” “Then prove it, hike up that dress let me see for myself.” “Really Mike,” she said, sounding flustered. “Yes, really, I gotta see for myself that you’re not lying, that you’re not wearing one of those old lady things. I told. At first he was shocked, than he saw my rigid cock on my hand and began to smile. He lowered his body to his pardners back and whispered into his ear. His sexual pardner stopped and listened to what was being said. The top pulled from his lovers behind and turned to face me. I started to move back when he motioned me to come and join them. I stopped and wondered what to do. The guy on the bottom did not move, he was still on his stomach with one of his legs bent like an inverted "L". His feet. “A moment please,” I said.Shepherds spent far more time away from any substantial boundary than anyone at Passion Mill. I knew what they did to survived, but I needed to reconcile that knowledge with Dolphin’s theory. Sure, if a shepherd got separated for a week and a half and returned physically injured, you got situations like last spring. However they routinely did things that were more dangerous than anything Elk Unstoppable had shared with me yesterday. Perhaps I could disprove Dolphin’s. 4) Couldn’t drive.5) Failed to think rationally.6) Argued over nothing.7) Had to sit down while urinating.8) Refused to apologize when obviously wrong.No further testing was considered necessary.Nun in HootersA nun, badly needing to use to a restroom, walked into a local hooters. The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while the lights would go off. Each time the lights went out the place would erupt into wild cheers. However, when the revelers saw the nun,.