The mixture now simmering in the closed pot and the fume hood at full throttle for safety reasons, I finally remove the gloves. I keep the goggles on ...o avoid eye damage when stirring the mixture. Interestingly, the fumes—significantly more volatile when hot—do not irritate the nose too much; it is the lungs that suffer the greatest—and the facial skin.While the sauce keeps bubbling, I sterilize two jam jars with boiling water. I purée the simmering mixture, add water to correct the consistency. At the last minute my husband Danny decided to throw cold water on my plans."I've been looking forward all year to see these two teams play each other and there is no way I'm going to miss the game for a stupid Christmas party!" That's fine," I said, "but I'm going, with or without you!"The night of the party I didn't bother going home since Danny wasn't going to come; instead I stayed and helped decorate the office. Those of us who were doing the decorating got started sipping the booze right. I opened my front to expose my budding breasts, 'Suck my tits', I said, fully exposing two little mounds of flesh, with soft pink areola and firm nipples, hard from the cold, back then I never could discern whether the tit or just the nipple was the sensitive part.He stood back surveying me, naked from the waist up, my dress bunched-up exposing my long legs, as I held it high, waiting for him to enjoy my fruits, given so willingly and freely in my heat, he stepped into me and we kissed full on. Along with some investors, Randy build a luxurious, state of the art health club with all the amenities. He also had built a separate small basketball gym next to it, he envisioned creating his own three on three basketball league inviting the best players in the area.He named it, The Big 9, because there were 9 teams in the league. Every individual player put in $3000 in a pot to play in the league, Randy insisted that he pay for mine and our teammate Charles Simms's fee. Charles was a former.