Every one had a name, every one had a story. His name, in gilt-clad bronze script, was already attached to the frame for his mask. They told him it wo...ld be his home for eternity. Or until they needed to clean house. They laughed, as though that was supposed to be a joke. He could feel the gazes from all those empty eyes, could almost sense the intelligence behind them, the people they had been. He shook his head. He knew his imagination was working overtime again. He knew that they were only. I decided to take my time before I got involved with another woman, so I wasn’t going out much. I was just trying to raise my k**, who lives with me, and relax a little before I jumped back into the dating thing. My ex only kept my k** every other weekend, so I didn’t have a lot of time for looking anyway.I had been out a few times to the bar scene but, I just hadn’t met anyone I was really interested in going out with. I have always had bisexual thoughts and tendencies but I had never acted on. She hung the cap on a peg as she produced a piece of latex with hair on it from the bag. "This," she said, "will really get you into your new life!" It was a pussy in plastic and it looked so real. "Now you may plead with us to let you wear this Chrissy," piped in Jennifer. My response was too slow in coming, it was met with a slap across my face by Susie. The door was swung open and I was lead away and into a back room. From there we descended a wide staircase where there was a good deal of. If it’s too windy, we fish the backwaters for snook, tarpon, and trout.”“Is it fun?”“I think so. Paul and I like fishing and boating,” Cliff said.It was on Wednesday, two days later, when Tammy’s team played again. She sat on the edge of the couch, watching the two teams battle. At halftime, her team was up by eight points. Cliff watched the game with his sister and thought about taking her fishing with him.As the game progressed, the gap in the score narrowed. By the end of the third.