I thought to myself. “Damn guys, if you want to get in a woman’s pants, try acting like a gentleman and not some pig.”We did have fun looking at...some of the guys and would joke back and forth about many of them. I could tell the wine was affecting us both, because we were getting giddy at times.Then Barb said she found this really interesting site. “It’s call Sex Stories. And wow, are they hot. I’m no prude in bed, but some of these stories are really off the wall”When she told me this, I. "I think so. One of the girls just quit, her boyfriend knocked her up. I say we give her a chance and see how it goes. The worst that could happen would be that we fire her and she goes back to her everyday, normal job," Damon said.I nodded and walked away into my office. The day went by quicker than I thought, with the phone staying relatively quiet and the paperwork I had been dreading actually being much lighter than I had originally thought. As 11:00 that night rolled around, I even had a. We were having lunch at the mall where we had spent most of the morning shopping for clothes for her. I had followed her around as she tried on various outfits in various department stores for hours and I had gradually become more and more impatient with the situation. The only reason I had come along was to buy a book that had just come out that I had been looking forward to, and we had yet to make our way to the bookstore. As we were eating lunch my irritability with her increased and we. “He doesn't have time to keep this place up since his family outgrew it, my boss said he'd probably only charge a token rent.” Peter said in an excited rush.I had my doubts, an old conservative farmer might be reluctant to rent to a bunch of collage kids. Peter was sure his boss would be willing to negotiate for us and if our parents signed some sort of assurance papers, there shouldn't too much of a problem. We went back to town, dropping Peter at his truck. Sandi and I went to the park,.