Robert called us in the restaurant on Monday. "So, what do you think?Happy with the results?" I called Abby and put the call on speakerphone. She didn...t like it but she needed to express her disapproval. Iwas OK with the result."Robert, do you think Ricki's type is good for the reputation of thisrestaurant? Abby was voicing her concerns.Robert thought for a moment. "I don't discriminate. I see the result andthat is what we need now. Am I right?" Well, I don't discriminate either. I accept. I wanted to wait and see what was yet to develop that evening.I walked into my house and into the kitchen. Mom was fixing food and Dad was drinking a cup of coffee at the table while chatting with Mom."Hi Mom, Hi Dad. Hey, I got a supper date with a girl at six so don't plan on me for supper."There followed a deathly moment of silence and the two of them froze for an instant.Then Dad carefully set his cup back in the saucer, looked at me, and his jaw dropped nearly onto his chest. Mom whirled. Poet-PETER:Sexy Shae is admitting she mainly likes harsh caning because of the prospect of a relentless rough randy ride. Sexy Shae isn't claiming faithfulness to her boyfriend back home in Canada, although she pretends innocence. Sexy Shae isn't claiming she's a nun during stop-overs at different continents, where fresh lovers might pop up!----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sexy. "Stick your tongue in that hole on the end. That's where my stuff comes out."Her brows crossed. Stuff? What stuff? What came out? She stared at the tiny slit at the end. How could anything come out of that? Still trying to figure out what he meant, she poked her tongue out and licked the slit.Todd sighed. "Oh yeah. Lick it again."Giggling, Pam licked the slit again, then the whole head. She ran her tongue up the side of the shaft and she stroked it in her small hand."Now suck it," Todd said in.