30 and reached home at 8 .I pulled up to my driveway and noticed that the lights were all dimmed in the house , after parking the car we had to walk a...ound as the pathway was flooded ,myself and Bob got soaking wet , I reached the front door and pressed the bell my wife Gwen came to the door with just her apron with nothing under ,I was surprised as she stood there smiling at both of us ,we were wet and wanted to change into something warm, Gwen looked at Bob and smiled turning revealing her. Anyway, as I said, I was looking for one of the two porn tapes that I had in my collection. One tape had movies that depicted mother/son stories and the other, brother/sister themes. I was looking for the former which I had a peculiar preference for. It had two movies.One I entitled, ‘Dial M for Murder’ and the other, ‘Throw Momma >From The Train.’ These were the substitutes I had used to mask the real titles, ‘Dial M for MOTHER’ and ‘BLOW Momma On The Train.’To my horror, the tape was missing.. It was Austin, and he had a huge grin on his face."Good evening, Loren, you look ravishing tonight," he said over the din. I thanked him, and turned towards the kitchen to see if I could help, and I ran right into Wade. The enthusiastic look in his eyes matched his friend's, and it was obvious they wouldn't be leaving me alone anytime soon. I understood the root of their attention right away, but if I had any question at all, it was answered when Wade pulled my discarded silver thong out of. I kissed my fingers and pressed them against the picture. I suppose it was my way of promising I would be back. I gathered up my jacket and hunched my shoulders forward as I made my way through the rain. Every step I took drew me not only closer to the car, but deeper into the torrents of water as well. Soon I was soaked to the bone and shivering in the cold. As I drove to the station my mind raced over the possible things that could have occurred to be this urgent. Nothing could have prepared.