Or maybe her cat had a Daddy at home."Hmmm... well..."He laughed again. "Don't take too long to decide. The weekend only lasts two days." I was just r...ing to figure out whether I should answer your question about what i was going to do, or whether I should answer about the drink first."That twinkle in her eye seemed to drill right into his head. "Okay, you're blonde, I can see where it might have been a little confusing," he teased. "Would you have dinner with me tonight, Rachel?" Yes, Gary, I. “Don’t make it all hot.”I dropped the trash bag and took the smoke.“Are you okay?” she said.“Yeah, sure.”“Because you’ve been looking jumpy as a rat all night. And you haven’t noticed any of the faces I’ve been making behind The Mormon’s back to his jag-off comments.”“I just don’t feel good tonight. I was out mowing lawns all afternoon and I just… it was too hot. Think my brain got a little bit fried out there.” I handed back the cigarette.“Huh. You got a lot going on, don’tcha?”“I guess. Maybe. I longed for us to be in private so I could pull her French panties down and shoot a load deep inside her sensuously tight pussy.Claire looked up at me and confided in a low and carefully worded manner,"I remembered why I didn't think my sister had an accident or died of natural causes. She had been dating this guy who was into a lot of very scary stuff and I think she knew she was in danger."I was a bit taken aback because Priscilla had never mentioned anything of this nature to me and there. The room was small, but private enough, though it did have a glass window on the door. Since it was fairly early on a Saturday morning, the library was pretty empty.As I was going over Melinda's comparison/contrast composition on two mythology stories, I caught the scent of her delicious perfume; this, coupled with her little-girl giggles and incredible smile, made me wish I had finished what started with Carla that morning. I could feel myself growing very stiff below. Still, I struggled to.