And thank you, Rob." And I could almost see her smile as she turned and faded further into memory.Kay looked up at me then, and must have seen somethi...g, because she touched the corner of my eye with the tip of her finger, then drew it back with a single tear on it. "Oh, Rob, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." No, little one, it's not you, I mean, you didn't do anything wrong." I looked at her and kissed her again, "I just now understood something, that's all. It's like you ... she ... I had her. "East." Which at least narrowed it down.So, I packed up the tents. Again! And we were, in the words of Willie Nelson, "On the road again." We're heading east. Maybe we can get out of California," I said as I stopped for another red light. They seemed to like me."You don't like California? I thought you used to live here," Mikee said, glancing down at the driving directions Tami had printed off the internet for me."I did, though further south. It's just, campers here get up too early." Too. But time turns and one day I am in her town.I call her up and ask her to meet up.She is afraid and has trepidation because of her husband, who by the way is on his way to the office. Yet eventually she agrees to meet me at my hotel. I am all gearing up for the meet. After all we are meeting for the 1st time.I shave my balls so that I feel confident about her liking them(licking, if luckily it comes to that).I also shave my armpits, take a shower, comb my hair smartly and waitin my bathrobes. . This story may bearchived on any free site. Just let me know.Brewmeister by Sarah MillerIt was Carl's 40th birthday, and he rushed out of the officeat five, eager to get home to the surprise party he suspectedwas planned. He was in a good mood. No, an excellent mood. His team had just delivered the latest release of hisproject's software - 275,000 lines of code on time and underbudget. He'd made history. And to celebrate he had a newbatch of Pale Ale just waiting to be sampled. And it.