”“Wow! That takes discipline. Do they do it on the gross or the net after taxes.”I smiled. “I’ve heard Dad answer that question. He said tha..., until you tithe on the net, it doesn’t matter and, once you do, it won’t matter either because your heart will tell you what to do.”She smiled. “I can understand that. I know the answer now.”“Back to our job situation, what should we do?”“I think we need to approach it on a two-front basis. First, we should apply for unemployment and get our cases. I tossed Vicki's panties back on her bed and quickly got undressed, down to my bra and panties. As Vicki came out of the bathroom I slipped past her, avoiding eye contact. I shut the bathroom door, stripped and got in the shower. I don't masturbate often, and when I do it's usually quietly in bed with a pillow between my thighs, slow and steady and only occasionally to orgasm. But now, as I got in the shower, I found that my pussy was dripping wet and my nipples were as hard as they'd ever. .. you don't look all THAT different!Get a grip!" "That's easy for you to say." Thinks Roy Kennedy still not having workedup the nerve to tell his girl friend, who is still going thought thecrowd looking for him, what has happened to him, or rather her now."somehow I don't think Dim Sum is going to replace what I'm missingnow." And back at the Waid home... "You wear mom's clothes?" Nick Waid asks his older brother Danny, hisvoice a blend of amazement and contempt, "don't start with me!". "Here we are," she said putting arty down on the coffee table.I drank my juice while the two ladies chatted about the price ofgroceries and other boring grown up things.When we finished, Phillipa gave me some sheets with questions on it andasked me to go to my room and fill in the answers being as careful andtruthful as possible and then she would see me when I had finished.I went up to my bedroom, sat at the dresser, got a pen out and studiedthe questions.They were a bit funny mainly yes or no.