Her label's paying. Even paid for Vampire Weekend to play an extra set." Wow. You didn't happen to check the soda gun in there?" It'll work. It's not ...ike we use all that much soda." It better," I huffed, bending and picking up the very heavy, very full bucket of ice hiding under a white table cloth. "I'm not going into the basement and replace tanks." It'll work," Daryl repeated.Slipping through the crowded balcony with a wide and heavy load proved more difficult than empty handed. Beside the. In a forgotten part of the garden others were also engaged in a nightly routine."Gnogg. Gnogg! Wake up boy. Time's a wasting." The little gnarled figure poked the sleeping lump with a twisted wooden cane."What, what is it? Can't a body get some sleep?" the huddled mass on the floor complained from under a pile rags."Damn and blast Gnogg, get up we've got work to do!" shouted the exasperated little creature poking the pile of rags more vigorously and pulling on his black scraggily beard in. It buttons in theback and although I'm smaller than her, it still feels tight. Maybe it'sbecause of the bulge in my crotch. How can she not notice? But she saysnothing about it. She orders me to stand up. The slip stops right at kneelevel and I'm amazed that such a light and delicate item can feel sorestrictive. "Raise your arms over your head," she commands and I obey. A blue dress ispulled over my head and my arms slip into the long sleeves. I haven't seenher wear this dress in some time.. With her hair held up and back she gazed out across the scattered oak and maple treetops. She commanded a truly superb view and had to see it thanks to the thoughtfulness of her date in yanking her up and pulling her hair up and back. She viewed the winding driveway until it disappeared into the dimness. Off further the dazzle of Route 27 glittered with attendant truck foghorns and car rumble.Her thighs ached already. "O Lord. Charlie! Charlie? I want to suck your damn cock! Let me.