I knew we would have Bob's mom all to ourselves for the afternoon I proceeded to show John the fun of owning an older woman. When Mrs Wesley saw I was...with someone she cautiously let us in. "Mrs. Wesley you must know John, his mom is Rose Brewer."Oh the look on Lynne's face told me she had a good idea of what was coming."Well boys, I'm sorry Bob isn't here, I'll tell him you were here." That's all right, we really came to see you. Why don't you get us something to drink, coke, iced tea, maybe. Getting pretty loud. He was even finishing off other people's drinks. It seemed like a good time to call it a night and take him home.I said bye to my friends and helped Walker stumble to my car. I helped him with his seat belt and drove him home. Once we got to his place I figured I should help him inside. He could barely stand without tipping over. So I got out, walked over to his side, and put his arm over my shoulder. I helped him up and slowly waddled our way up his porch steps and into. "Mercy came up and joined Steve with a cup of Irish coffee. She said, "This is a nice change of pace. I like this, but it seems like it takes more to make than a Bloody Mary."Julie told her, "It does take a little more as you have to use two separate bottles and the whipped cream. Some people just like to use milk or cream, but I like the whipped cream."Steve nodded and said, "The Bailey's cuts the Irish whiskey and the whipped cream makes this almost like a dessert."The storm began easing and. This always served as a precursor to their antics either in the bedroom, or in Grant’s basement den of iniquity.Several days prior to Kelsey’s twenty-first birthday, Grant was at odds deciding what he would give Kelsey as a gift. The one thing he had always respected about Kelsey, unlike a number of his former lovers, was that Kelsey was the least avaricious individual he had ever met. Naturally, Grant had showered him with a multitude of gifts and to Grant’s amazement; Kelsey always.