I’m pretty and I’m horrible. I tell truths and the opposite and I connive like a bitch. I have room for lust but none for pride. What have I done ...o be proud of? I don’t pretend to have shame. I can talk like this because tomorrow you won’t remember a thing. He gazed at the tuft between her legs, noting that unlike the current fashion she didn’t trim the edges. There was no requirement anyway. She had a natural, pleasing diamond shape. She was also a natural blond. My silly man, are you. Toby looked up and trotted over to her side. “We’re talking about you, you poor doggie.,.“ petting his head and playing behind his ears. His tongue was out now and he took a tentative lick at her calf and then another lick. “Toby. You are a naughty dog, don’t you know that? You’re just like Sherry’s boyfriend at the drive-in, very naughty.” Sherry chimed in: “Yes I remember that boy and I have to confess he really got me going…pulling down my panty hose and finger fucking me…it got me. ? Lindy laughed, and Basil began weeping softly, realizing his turn tocum had not come, so to speak. ??What were you askingme, Hugh? That I should be afraid that I?d hit Basil?s balls when I?d whip hiscock with the razor strop for masturbating without permission?? she asked. ?Lindy reared back.?Basil go to the kitchen and get the razor strop. I want to show your UncleHugh something.? Basil was alarmed. His fear of the razor strop was worsethan his indignation that Lindy would refer to her young. "Not lost just putting in a lot of hours at work." Smiling as I answered."I know how that goes," Martin responded.Just like that, the conversation started up again and it was as if nothing had happened. I suddenly felt at ease and comfortable again. Not a word was mentioned about the awkward situation from days before and to my wonderful surprise, he hadn't changed. We were just a couple of buds hanging out and talking about our day. All was well and I couldn’t have been happier for it.The.