“I don’t shit where I eat, I have been propositioned at the office. I don’t play those games. I don’t know who’s screwing who there and don�...�t need to.” Dave said.“Great decision, Dave.” I said as we walked in the door.For a weeknight, Skinners was pretty crowded. The DJ’s there played dance music like a 70’s – 80’s disco, but seemed to have some modern mixes of current pop music. They played little rap or anything you might call gangsta, but still got a surprising cultural mix, probably 50-50. I’m not even gay, but my condition doesn’t care - when I gotta get off, I gotta get off.Of course, nothing beats feeling my brother’s cock inside me. It’s the reason I was born.“You know my type...” he said, and I nodded. I know everything about my brother’s sexual requirements.Everything.“ ... and look, I’m worried that your tits just aren’t big enough to satisfy me.”I looked down in dismay. He wasn’t wrong - I was such a stupid slut that I hadn’t even inherited Mom’s massive boobs. I made a. It's my mom's idea of a carepackage."Caitlin stared at me with an odd look. "Your mom sent you abomb...through the mail?" What can I say?" I responded with a shrug. "My mom has an odd idea ofwhat's appropriate. Back when my mom was a student here, these thingswere one of her signature weapons. I guess she figured that I neededone too. Not that it will do much good. In a couple weeks, it willjust turn into a dud anyway... All my mom's devises do when they'reaway from her for too long.". Now, he only had one eye – but he kept coming.Hoyt tried to turn and run, but the snow was too deep. He pulled himself over next to a small tree, then looked back to see the bear reaching for him. Dropping his rifle, he pulled his .45, firing pointblank into the bears throat, and open mouth until his gun snapped.He tried to block the bear’s swing with his left arm thrown up in front of him. The bear’s right paw caught Hoyt’s coat sleeve at his shoulder, slamming his head against the tree. When.