Resigning myself to the fact that it would probably take us an hour to move the four miles to our exit, I shifted in my seat and tried to relax. The g...rls were gabbing about something, and I took a couple moments to recall the day. We had gotten up early, swung by to pick up Gina, and then headed up to visit our friend Lorri for the day. We had spent most of the afternoon drinking beers and floating in her pool, and it had been all I could do to hide my everlasting hard-on while looking at the. A person who can create homes, churches, cathedrals — such a man is valuable in my country. Any one can sit behind a desk and move papers around, but what good does that do anyone?" I don't know. My father's a doctor. He helps women bring children into the world." Yes, I know. Senor Alex has much praise for your father. He sounds like a good man." I think so. I plan to work with computers. I guess that doesn't sound like much of an accomplishment to you, does it?" In my country, no. But in. I won’t.’ The guy was reading a newspaper when Col came out with his hair done. ‘Wow, want a job with us pal?’ Col said, ‘You not gay are you?’ and they both laughed. He picked up the front section of the newspaper and saw the huge presentation of his pic. The caption read pretty well as he’d written it: ‘Aspiring supermodel Cindy Lightfoot walks through the first show of daffodils at City Park yesterday. Cindy agreed to take off her dress to spice up the picture for her friend, a top portrait. Marg told me she hoped I didn't mind, but that she was going to take him to bed now, and molest him while he was unable to resist. Dave wasn't remotely reluctant, and I watched the two of them stumble up the stairs, giggling all the way, after Marg having kissed me on the cheek. She had also insisted that I stay down here as long as I wanted, and to help myself to anything I found, but I decided that I'd had enough too, and that it would be easier to climb the stairs now than to fall asleep.