"Definitely fer it." Me, too," Brock said. "But I think you should have said 'I garen-damn-tee that I'm fer it. Or at least mixed a dad gum it in ther... or something." You goof," Meredith said. She didn't resist when Brock pulled her back close to him."You still didn't answer my question," he noted."Which one did I miss?" Meredith wondered."Where do you want to be in a few years?" Brock tried."Define a few," Meredith said."Let's say, five years," Brock offered."Ideal world or realistic world?". There was a woman dancing in very little clothing on the screen we watched for about three, four minutes then the screen went black. Frank went into his pockets and put in a few more coins, and immediately changed the channel. We were watching things I'd hardly heard about, things that were hinted at. A woman sucking a dick until it exploded like a volcano all over her face. Women with their legs in the air while some guy buried his extremely large member into her and went to town. Damn. Pam said, “The plan is, a little getogether at my place on Friday evening.”“Cool!” he said.“That's cool with you Sara?” he asked.“It's fine Justin,” Sara replied. And it was, was it ever!“I better take off now, I've got class,” Justin said, he was so excited he didn't know what else to say.“Maybe you better wait a minute Justin,” Sara said and giggled.She had been eying the nice big bulge in the front of his pants.“Wait until you calm down honey,” Sara said.Then he knew what she was referring. “What is it with you today?” Harriet asked. “You look like you are bursting with good news.”Anita smiled and Harriet could swear that she was blushing.“You remember the man I told you about? He is back in England. He will be here for the premiere.”“The dashing officer?” Harriet asked jokingly, “You mean, he is real? Can we see him?”Anita swatted Harriet’s arm with her fan. “Of course he is real, and of course you will meet him.”Lucy and Harriet grilled Anita through the entire tea hour, but she.