We don't have to have that thing on now," Fred laughed."Well, Jessica and I don't know anything about Georgia, and we love to hear Sweet Thing telling...you what to do," Carla said, referring to the female voice on their new GPS system.MERGE RIGHT!"Okay, okay," Fred answered the computer voice. "I'm merging right, but you are a pushy bitch," he laughed.CONTINUE 60.2 MILES ON I-85 SOUTH."Yes, Ma'am," Fred said, mock-saluting the GPS.Halfway through the little town of Pine Mountain, Carla suddenly. He led her to his bed, hoping to continue the moment of intimacy, but as soon as she lay down she was asleep. He looked at her bare body, but remained fascinated at the thought of her loose hair. He took a strand in his hand, knowing that as soon as she got up the next morning Cecilia would restore her braids and that would be the end of the strange intimacy he had shared with her. She would go to court, come back later in the day, and then life would return to normal. But for him the memory. Not that my penis was sticking straight out, but I’m sure she could tell that it had grown in my pants. This was another thing I didn’t know at the time. Girls pay attention to our penises. At least if they don’t hate us. I believe she was flattered by my penis’s approval. Ok, the affair. As I said, it was brief, and here is how it started. One Saturday morning, Sharon was the morning hostess (we were a small store, and for most of the time is was just the manager and a hostess, with an extra. The imprint of the storm was magical upon me, capturing my attention and holding it’s gaze tight. I bundled deeply into the blanket then, and drifted off to sleep soon enough, watching the dancing snowflakes outside, secured by the heat of the crackling embers behind me. I awoke in the morning, cold and shivering, stiffness causing my joints to protest all movement. During the night I had shifted and found myself pressed against the chill pane of the window, huddled into the blanket for what.