"The cat is in the bag," I said to myself. Then I repeated the sentence using the more profane word pussy instead of cat. The vulgar twist raised heat...inside me."One more round," I said to the bartender.Naturally he acted like he did not hear; male bartenders do not give a damn about dudes, so I had to ask the NRA chick to call him. He answered her call immediately and soon after we had two more glasses of wine in front of us."To Barrack!" I said raising my glass.She paid attention this time so. "I wasn't sure what he was accusing me of, or why he was doing it, but I was just about done with him. "Look, it isn't my fault, man..." I started trying to explain."You're a freakin' girl, for Christ's sake!" he practically yelled."You're drunk, Kyle," I shook my head. "Give it a rest, okay?" I tried to grab his shoulder in sort of a friendly gesture, but he shrugged me off."Whoa, negative waves dude!" The Boz gave Kyle a little push, which was sort of a big push since The Boz is pretty big,. " Does your garden need tending?" Yes dear, I wish you were here too, My fertile time started this morning, I'm so horny." You just a Ho for big black cock!" Yes dear, I wish you could be here too my garden needs a good seeding, OHHHH!" John's cock exploded. OH MY GOD! the intensity was outrageous. The seeding of my womb set off another climax."Are you okay?" Yes, just spilled something honey," Jerome broke out in hysterics."Honey, I have work to do." Have fun ho." Love you too, bye," I hung. They head to the bedroom and fill boxes with clothes from her dresser drawers. Her dresses are wrapped in sheets to keep them clean when they are moved. The only items Abbie has entirely ready to move are her makeup case, a basket filled with things from her nightstand, and a box with other stuff from her dressing table. The basket is a sexual potpourri – lubricants, condoms, sex toys, which Tim wonders about but seems like they could be amusing to try.Tim puts these three items by the front.