I'm very horny tonight, and I've been thinking for hours about sitting on your cock."I didn't say a word. But I bit my lips and raised my eyebrows sug...estively. Please? I thought. Do us both a favor."Now you've gone and spoiled the evening with your selfishness. I can't fuck you. I can't even look at you right now." I'm sorry." Come with me into the bedroom. We're going to deal with this."Clara sat on on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed."On your knees," she said. I knelt immediately. I. Ms. Bordon looked like she was ready to give up on me. "What can I do Ms. Bordon? What do you want me to do?" What you need is a whoopin', Jeffrey." She stated, still holding the yard stick in her hand. I turned around and bent over a desk and looked back at her. I thought it would lighten the mood and she would laugh with me. To my horror, she got up and walked over to me with the yard stick. "Well, I know I'm not supposed to do this, but Lord knows you need it boy." I cringed at the. . yes, of course, that would be nice” I said, suddenly my life was changing, he wanted to buy me a nice dress, obviously to show me off to his group of social gatherers, the shopping trip took a turn for the better, we were into some very posh gown shops, trying them on, Julia couldn’t resist the temptation to try a few on, the assistants were round us like bees round a honey pot, they could obviously smell a good sale brewing, I looked at a black beaded full length gown, low fronted, no back,. HA, Ha. Long live Route 66.John Steinbeck sort of began the nostalgic revival of interest in U.S. Route 66 with the publication of his novel, The Grapes of Wrath in 1939. Just the mention of Route 66 conjures up in many, the vision of Oklahoma and the "Oakies" fleeing the dust bowl and the depression of the 1930's in their westward flight to California in search of "the better life." A quote from his book says it all::"66 is the path of a people in flight,refugees from dust and shrinking.