People didn't appreciate great mechanical watches anymore. Everything was battery driven or 'perpetual' motion. He understood their convenience, but a...hand-wound watch was a thing of beauty. Scott set the time and tried to close the bracelet band around his wrist. He ran his fingers over the links in the band. Mr. Piotrowski had said he'd need the extra ones someday. They were in a small glassine baggie in the watch box, exactly where the wise old Marine had placed them.He hunted around for the. I lay naked in my huge bed my body tangled in the thinnest of sheets after having tossed the blankets to the side during the night. You slip quietly through the window glancing briefly at the large dog lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. The dog looks up at you for a moment before burying its head back under its paw and returning to sleep. You move quietly across the room until you’re standing at the foot of the bed and grasp the silky fabric of the sheet lightly between your fingers as. What would I do? After spending the last year with Brad the Nintendo king, what do you think?Right, mom, I would never fuck a bunch of bikers in the middle of a country field... Bullshit. This girl was getting laid that night. Mmm, I couldn't fucking wait.Pausing long enough to tie my top up under my boobs, like Daisy Duke, I strutted back to the firelight, just in time for Retro to flip on an old ghetto blaster that looked like something my dad used to own. Hard chords from Bon Jovi's Wanted. One afternoon, after picking out my spot, I saw these two boys sneak inside.They didn't see me, and I held back a gasp as I realized it was another of my stage crew members, along with his closest buddy.(So, I wasn't the only one to discover this hideaway!)But Freeman and Jake weren't here to enjoy music, they were here to enjoy eachother!I watched, fascinated as the sophomores each brandished a penis and let the other manipulate it to hardness.Their muted conversation was barely audible but I.