This reeks!” I sealed the bag quickly as I turned my head away from the smell. I realized that Gary did not smell much better.We loaded Gary, shirtl...ss, in the front passenger seat of my car, and I drove home, mostly in silence. Gary made a few smart assed remarks that I mostly ignored. As we pulled into the driveway, I said, “It is a good thing mom has probably gone to bed, or you’d be in for it.”This evoked a loud laugh from my brother, “Gone to bed? Is that what you call it? She’s paralyzed. As we made our way out of the bathroom, we walked back out to the living room (still naked), and I sat down on the couch and started picking up my clothes. "You're not leaving, are you?" She asks, with a pouty look on her face."I still have to work tonight, and need to go to bed. And I'm really fucking tired after all that." Oh, well, you can sleep here if you want, that way you don't have to get dressed just to cross the hall." I was really looking forward to my own bed, but she had this. Nevertheless for some reason he felt nicely refreshed when he awoke and after showering and dressing quietly so as not to disturb Grace, he headed for breakfast, leaving her to a well-deserved and apparently much needed lie in. Daniel’s Omaha experience had taught him the importance of sustenance prior to the event, so that food became one less consideration whilst he was playing. He sat by himself in the Treasure Island restaurant and ordered what he saw as a good, healthy breakfast – waffles. Now most stories like this involve shaving smooth and things like that, but I'm not able to shave because my wife doesn't care for it. After my shower I go into my closet and get my clothing. I get my black bra and thong and slip into those, followed by tan hose and regular clothes. I have the rental company pick me up and then its off to the mall for some window shopping and looking at heels. Being unsuccessful at finding anything, I head home. On the way, I stop at another shoe store and what.