I’m a bit cock-crazy right now and I want more. I turn my car toward the off-ramp into downtown. I drive to the dark part of the arcade’s lot an... stop to fix my hair. A naughty husband walks by the front of my car leering. I see his jeweled ring. Naughty, naughty…bad boy. He pauses and rubs his cock through his trousers, the international sign for “seeking action.” I know he wants me to blow him. I unroll my window and motion him over. He looks around and walks over and kneels down to. There was nothing brown, thankfully. She must have cleaned out her bowels beforehand.Oh, God, she was gorgeous! She seemed familiar, but how, and where the fuck were we? This didn’t look like some hotel room, at least not at first glance, though it could be a suite of some kind. How had I gotten here? I was very confused, other than knowing that I had gotten drunk off my gourd and had at least anal sex (and probably other kinds) with this ravishingly beautiful blonde. Damn, talk about getting. If it had been left to me, we would have had no margin for error.The form said that Duke was running as an independent and it asked for the person signing the petition to provide their printed name and address. They then had to sign it. The form had room for three signatures per page. Dad told us that Grandma Dawson had pointed out that one of the most common disqualifiers of a signature was that people would forget to print their name on the form.“Your mom took Duke to the hospital with a. “It can wait until after breakfast, although I do need to talk to both you and dad, before he goes off to work today.”My brothers all looked at me strangely, but everyone went back to what they were eating.Mom, Dad and I moved into the dining room to have this discussion.“What is it, Michael?” my dad said.“A few things. Last night I got a call about providing music for a 30th High School Reunion for ‘The Academy for Individual Excellence,’ Class of 1992.”“They want us for the whole night, three.