"I've held your weenie in my hand, Sammy. You can undress in front of me." My weenie? Is that what you call it?" If I can hold it I can name it. I'll ...all it whatever I want."I removed my shoes, slacks and shirt and stored them in the closet. When I returned Marcie was watching. I decided to have some fun with her."What are you doing?" she asked when she saw me sorting through my bag."Looking for my jockstrap," I answered."You packed a jockstrap? How did you know we would go for a run?" My. It just turns me on like nothing else. And a sexy woman with slick lips, smoking AND in leather...? THAT was what did it, for me. So much so that it was also what I began to WANT to be; to experience everything it had to offer. And THAT is where men began to come in. I began to fantasize about being a leathered up slut with slick lips, puffing sexily on cigarettes while a man had his way with me. But I was never JUST into guys...I had a certain "type" to be sure. On that list included guys like. She talked over the back fence, and had welcomed me and my Japanese wife (THREE KIDS) to the neighborhood.Finally, Mike and I realized we had a common enemy, Snook, Redfish, and Trout. We realized that we must catch the occasional Flounder, and might be drafted into cast netting for Mullet. He was the penultimate fisherman, and had grown up in St. Pete. I had lived across the Bay, in Tampa for seven years, and had become a pretty good fisherman in my own right. Even though he was ten years. “Ah, the life of a student during the holidays,” Havel said as Jake shuffled over.“And I’m going back to bed when you’re gone. My mom told me of your precautions yesterday, Mr. Havel. I approve.”“Thank you. I always like to keep my clients happy.”“I’m glad to hear that.” Jake looked at Ellen, “Mom, what are you going to do if my father approaches you.”“I’m going to shoot to kill.”“And what about the fall out?”“You’ll take care of it.”“Mr. Havel, what are you going to do if you see my father?”“I.