. The biggest fag of us all was Lenard.Literally, he was big, 6’9 in 8th grade. He was a German American, who was that sort of special German, north...rn European, Aryan caveman mix of fat and muscle and stout, Alpine snow-white skin, crystal blue eyes.Lenard could have been one of our enemies, he could have been a jock, he could have been one of them, if not for his personality.He was too laid back. Sensitive. Liked to read big bulky brick-sized books like “Shogun” and listen to The Cure and. Scant seconds later, Terry and Ronnie Brattelby were shedding their dresses while Paul had one leg caught up in his jeans and was still struggling with it when Ronnie tore his Rolling Stones shirt off of him. Hearing it tear, Terry giggled, certain it was the last of 'that' ancient thing and her opinion of Ronnie rose appreciably.A moment later, Terry's mind was no longer on her husband being attacked by the skinny, big-titted blonde; except for the fleeting fact registering in her brain that. But unfortunately, Mom's office is only about ten minutes from home, so that didn't last long. Makes me glad we'd moved a little further away before middle school though.As we were arriving, Dee put herself away again, and fastened some of her buttons back up. But she did say, "There's more later." Really promising. Dee's voice is sexy at any time, but saying that just then made me want to turn the car around and start the party early. My hard on was threatening to bust out of my pants. Some of. Forty-two days, six hours, 21 minutes, 17 seconds, and counting. In all that time, she hadn't produced one iota of printable work. Hell, she hadn't even done anything worth printing out on her own printer and giving to the neighbor, who was housebreaking a puppy and in constant need of something other than the carpet for the puppy to piddle on.Taken all together, Devon was at her wits' end. Her publisher was expecting the next book in her fantasy series soon, and it was currently only 3/4ths.