"Personally I was delighted he hadn't come in. How on earth would I beexplained?But it had bothered Sara and it seemed her only appeasement was to hav...me help her get prepare for her date. I brushed her hair while she didher make up, forced to listen to her constant chat about which eye shadowwould best match her outfit or whether to wear tights or not. Then shehad me put one of my ghastly "girl" lessons to good use as I painted hertoe nails in a dark blue. "You've got such a light touch," she. Louie was less gentle this time as he gave into his hunger. Lela moaned as Louie held her to him tightly. Having scooted up into his lap, she could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her ass, and it only seemed to add to the hotness of the moment. Louie's hand released their hold, only to begin roaming all over her body and eliciting still louder moans. She didn't hear the music stop, but Louie did, and he quickly withdrew allowing Lela to slump forward, spent, like her friend on the. But, I'm a realist.Like I'm sayin', pretty I ain't; hell, I got more in common with Quasimodo than Tom Cruise. When I was young, it made a difference; it bothered me, a lot: got me into a lot of fights—won most of them though. Now, in my thirties, it no longer does—bother me that is—well, that's what I keep telling myself. Helluva thing.Who am I? I'm Oscar Church; Ozzie or Oz to my friends: six-two, one ninety, balding, and really-really not pretty. Yeah, and I know it and I deal with it. Long. " he complains"You are the most sexist, immature, nut brained..." you insult him 'Ugh, I'm embarrassed to be related to you! Ever since Mom died I've been doing all the work around camp while you've been off playing soldier!" Uh... Katara?" he says, pointing to an iceberg behind you"I even wash all the clothes! Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Let me tell you, NOT PLEASANT!" you complain"Katara! Settle down!" he says, trieing to calm you"No, that's it. I'm done helping you. From now on,.