.. Sorry, sorry to ask b-but, can't I use my mouth instead? I'm hurt, please..." She asked me with supplicating eyes."Clever move, but no. Yet, I'd su...gest you to do it either way, so I'll slide inside you easier."Erika sobbed and tears started to run down her cheeks again, "Yes, master."The girl shifted in bed and bent her head and engulfed the tip of my head in her tiny warm mouth, then moved up and down slowly, each time putting more of me inside of her."Ooohhh... Good job baby girl, but do. Alright if it wasn't for the boring literature stuff. What did Chaucer have to do with anything, it wasn't even written in English, and Shakespeare, that wasn't much better. " ... so what I am going to do is set you an essay. You have three weeks to research and write an essay on the subject, 'Is Hell Endothermic or Exothermic'.WHAT? What the hell was the dopey old duffer on about?"Have you got that Kelly? Write it down boy, 'Is Hell Endothermic or Exothermic', three weeks, during which time. "Of course not," I answered, "I'm never at ease in a Catholic church!" I will go there with you," Hal offered. "My wife might be impressed if I say I had communion, she thinks all we do is miss easy spares and buy pitchers of beer."And that is how I, with Presbyterian background and Scottish blood, went to a Catholic funeral several hours before Hal and I were scheduled to bowl in doubles and singles events.Hal and I sat together, not in suits, but adequately dressed. I was impressed when the. I looked at the clock and saw I had the time, so I found a package of 'gourmet' refrigerated cookie dough I had in the fridge and started a batch of snickdoodle cookies baking in the oven.While the cookies were baking I did a little cleaning up. The kitchen was the only part of the house that really needed it. I got the dishes from breakfast and last nights dinner going, washed and wiped down the sinks and counter tops and went through the fridge looking for anything that looked like it needed.