He had to figure a way out. He figured thatsince he was in a sitcom universe, a very stupid one at that, he would needa typical sicom plot device to a...resolve it. He put his new slender hand tohis forehead and felt the answer, a bobby pin. In most sitcoms a bobby pincould pick any lock, especially ones this old. "Hi I'm Jim, and I just happened here by accident. But I think I havethe answer to get us out of here." said Jim-Ginger. "Well what can she, er he do?" said Mary Anne-Professor.. This is Gabriel, Mama. I live with him, now. Theres no one here to help me, she said pathetically. Where has Henri gone? Henri is dead, I said, my voice emotionless. Dead, she said leaning back against the headboard of her bed. Yes. I remember. I reached out to smooth her limp hair back from her face. My fingers traced the contours of her throat and I felt Gabriels body tense. I leaned toward my mother and his hand shot out to close around my arm. Dont, he said. Shes an addict. The soul is. Wendy then snapped her bra off and removed her panties. "There, I'm much more comfortable.", Wendy giggled.Wendy walked over to Michael and removed his shirt. "What a great hot body. You must work out!" Wendy winked. There was truth to Wendy's observation. Michael worked out about four times at the gym, mainly focusing on weight lifting and sprinkling in the occasional cardio workout. Wendy playfully licked Michael's nipples before lying down on her desk, subtly inviting Michael's tongue.. “But, I am getting used to the more revealing outfits you like to see me wear, and the guys ogling me.”“And our date nights out to the porn theater,” I commented as I took a couple of shots from a lower perspective.“Yes, I guess I am, and the sensual things we do are fun. Just a little difficult getting used to strange males watching us.” She added.“Well, you do seem to like the men watching you sucking me off, then last Friday when you sat on my cock for a really hot fuck,” I replied. “Now.