"Watch this, Mom!" shouted Davey. "Kip, go over there, and I'll pass it to you!"Kip ran across the yard, and Davey kicked a pass to him with his right...foot, and took off running at a right angle. Kip neatly stopped the pass, turned and led Davey with a pass off his left foot. As soon as the ball left his foot, Kip started running back to where Davey had been, ready to receive the ball back from his brother. They wove in and out of each other's passing lanes for a few minutes, all the time. I now had access to the company jet, the special executive company account, and the company assassin if I so required. I’m still not sure if that last thing was just a joke the other guys in the office were playing on me. It was the definition of the Old Boy’s Club—brandy, cigars, and the dirtiest and most racist jokes you can imagine. The only thing I was sure had changed since the 1940s when the company was founded by James D. Markus II, is that now Asians and Blacks were gladly allowed to. "Mum tell me that Karen's not sitting behind me"She shook her head and giggled, "No darling, I don't like to lie"Without turning, I raised one hand and waved,"Hi Karen" Hello Lenny" Oh shit mum, she's really there isn't she?"Mum nodded and another giggle came from behind me, "Great bottom Lenny" Thank you"Then thankfully a delicate little hand passed me a towel and the same giggly voice said, "Now you can make your exit, although I don't think it'll be half as good as the entrance!"It took me. He then downed one, then brought one to me.Tom:"Here brother, I think you're gonna want this."He sat the shot of clear liquid down in front of me before heading back to the dance floor with the remaining two drinks. He handed the shots to Leroy and Stacy who both quickly downed them. Next thing I know both these assholes are grinding themselves all over my wife's shiny, satin body. As I felt myself getting overwhelmed with many emotions, I looked down and saw the drink in front of me. I brought.