"I can't believe that governments play these juvenile games!" Brenda exclaimed.Most of us laughed at this."Welcome to the real world, Brenda. Just bec...use you have greater responsibility, does not mean you leave your childishness at home. Some of the worst tantrums I have ever seen, were thrown by supposedly trusted elected officials," John Avery-Smythe replied amusedly.Tom was not paying attention to us. He started to chuckle and then laugh. We looked at him."There was a request sent in to. As I finished up Lisa turned to me, "Ok first thingis first. This is going to feel a little weird, so first, spread yourlegs a bit, and shoulder width apart." I did that as she dropped toher knees in front of me and placed some kind of card on the floor. Iwas still flaccid from before, but she had better be careful or I wasgoing to need another blow soon. She guided both of my feet into thegaff, the thong thing, and guided it up to near my crotch. My faceburned red at this, but she didn't. They didn't always see eye to eye on everything, but they loved each other. In truth, they had a lot of similarities. That said, in recent years Pete had found Scott increasingly difficult to talk with, like the boy had a chip on his shoulder."Thanks for meeting me, pal," Pete said. "Sure dad, what's up?"Pete sipped his coffee nervously. It wasn't easy talking about this stuff, but his son needed to know what would be happening this summer. Pete needed to prepare him in advance."So. ”Gladys Everest reported to the office almost twenty minutes after the call. She was Immaculately turned out, and marched in, standing at attention in front of the desk.“Sir! Sergeant Everest reporting as ordered, sir!”“Stand easy, Sergeant. Relax, please.”“Sir!” She adopted a position closer to ‘at ease’ than ‘stand easy’.“Sergeant, I understand you’re something of an expert in brewing beer?”“Sir? No, sir. Not an expert. My father liked to brew his own beer, so I know the basic process.”“Tell.