Oops. "Well well well", she says. "Guess you like it when I have my way,hmmm?" I just mumble "yes maam". and continue with my turning. She laughs and ...ontinues on as well. That was fun I think to myself. But then I dismiss it as just some female thing that will never happen again. I think maybe I should wear underwear the next picnic as now my going commando is known by at least one!All good, the food is all served, eaten and soon to be attracting flies.....so we gotta get it wrapped up. Linda. 10. I will not sit in the middle of the livingroom, and lick my crotch11. The cat is not a ‘squeaky toy’,so when I play with him and he makes that noise,it’s usually not a good thing.P.S. Dear God:When I get to Heaven,may I have my testicles back?Some Random Thoughts... Someone Just Honked to get me out of my parking spot faster so now I have to sit here until both of us are dead.So I was at the bar last night and the Waitress Screamed... “Anyone know CPR?”I said, “Hell I know the entire. That would be close to... SHIT!"Doing the math, Olivia?" I nodded and Marla continued, "Don't forget to add in the tips. Your clients will be wealthy and though you may never, ever, ask for money nor discuss money with them, they often will show their appreciation to my girls for good service in the way of tips that average between one to three hundred dollars. Often more. Tips are kept by the girls. I don't get a cut of tips."I had my mouth open to ask the obvious question when Marla. I think it took a lot of the sexual energy away from me.One saturday night in January we were all home and watching TV. A big movie was coming on and Mom and Dad were sitting in their favorite chairs while I lay on the couch in nothing but my track shorts. Ellen came down from the bathroom. She had just taken a shower and she was wearing her pink night-shirt."What's on?" she asked."It's a James Bond thing, hon," Mom said. "It's just starting. Why don't you sit down and watch it with us? It'll.