I was a little concerned the the dear might try to eat the mash. With that decision made I rode home. I hoped I could get the box really warm before I...showered. I hated to step from a warm shower into a cold bathroom.My furnace in the house was propane gas as well as my cooker burners. The one in the house ran from a large tank, while I used a burner with a RV size propane tank. I had about ten different outlets where I bought the gas. That was just to keep the ABC boy honest.That morning was. Rebecca’s father had been stripped of his qualifications by the Georgia Bar Association and was currently serving a two-year sentence in a low-security federal prison. He’d plea bargained, turning states evidence against the rest of the conspirators. Rebecca’s mother, Rachael, had decided she’d had enough, and was in the process of divorcing Conrad. She was staying with us for the next couple of months, completely spoiling her grandchildren.Roger is looking at a minimum of ten years behind. That’s what that preacher running around campus believes! I’m sorry, but that ‘god’ would be so evil, he’d make Satan look like an altar boy!”“Are you trying to tell me something, Petrovich?” Clarissa smirked. “Is your REAL name Lucifer?”“I did have devil’s food cake last night,” I grinned. “So you never know!”“So besides pissing off a Russian girl who’s very likely to come after you with a skinning knife, how are things at home?”“OK. My dad is still my dad. My mom, on the other hand, is still. At home, huh? “Well, then.” I got up again, undid the button, unzipped the fly and shoved my jeans down to my ankles so that I was only in my underpants. Then I stepped out of the puddle of fabric, sat down again, slouchily draping myself over the chair, one arm dangling over the backrest, legs spread nice and wide as if I was on my sofa, in front of my TV. And because there wasn’t a beer in my hand despite the fact that I was at home, I slid the free hand into my underwear and cupped my cock..