Glancing at the screen in the lanai, I see my friends are already at work in the toolshed, disengaging Angela from the training equipment so I head ou... to help. Once again she is nearly comatose and once again Gloria and I revive her in the funny little toolshed toilet/shower. She becomes aware of me and tries to kiss me but is so uncoordinated she can’t quite manage it. She's literally been fucked to the brink of consciousness. Gloria and I escort her into the house but enroute discover. "In the midst of packing his gear, Jack had to grin. He and the old man had a real locker-room kind of relationship. Pals more than father and son. Probably because his dad had been a hell-raiser too."I've been doing all right, Pop," Jack finally answered."Anybody I know?" his father persisted."You mean anybody you might have fucked first, don't you?" Jack laughed."Well, yeah, then how 'bout it, Son?" Not this time, Pop," Jack answered. "Think the stuff I got into this time was too strange for. “Since right after kindergarten started.”“Man, that’s a long time,” Jocelyn said. “Except for my family, I’ve known you longer than anyone!”“Except for some people at church, that’s true for me, too. Dale is only a couple of years behind in that regard.”“So what’s with you and Emmy?”“We like each other, but we’re not going steady. You know I had dinner with Tasha from church last Wednesday. I’m going to their house for dinner tomorrow.”“She’s still not allowed to date? Isn’t she sixteen?”“Not. . . heres how it all started. Frank and I have been married for almost 30 years. Were a happy couple and our sex life is ok. We dont make love as much as when we first met, but when we do its just as good as it was then. But lately Ive had an itch that needs to be scratched. Ive decided who should do the scratching, I just needed to determine when it would happen. Weve known our neighbors, Shellie and Roger, for about 5 years. Shellie and I have sat in our yards talking girl talk many times. As.