I can’t quite assimilate- digest- the visual assault on my senses.Do you entertain much?“Count with me”, I begin. You know what’s coming. You ...od.Even though you’ve played this dumb-ass game a hundred times, the odd position; the atypical use of this everyday furniture has knocked your balance, and with it your certainty. You’re still mentally, futilely trying to calculate the odds of you falling off the chair, when the first, hard blow lands across your buttocks.The blow isn’t that hard. Hard. "Catherine is packing her bags for a vacation at six-thirty and the cat needs to get out." Six-thirty", Catherine repeated. She hung up, then went into the kitchen. Inside one cabinet were two large plastic dishes, items she didn't usually notice. Each was red, with large letters on the side reading PUSSY KAT. She filled one with water and then placed both near the refrigerator.Still in a trance, Catherine walked into her bedroom. On the top shelf of the closet was a plain red box. She placed. .. neither would I,” Raymond responded. Then he lightly punched his son in the arm. “Come on, let’s get you a suit!”Tim smiled as his father skipped every other step to climb them faster. He followed in his father’s footsteps effortlessly. Raymond opened the front door to the small shop and walked up to the counter with Tim following close behind.“Good morning, sirs! Welcome to Brubakers. How may I assist you?”The older man was rail thin and impeccably dressed. Of course, Tim didn’t know what. I got up and got a pen, paper and an envelope. I rummaged around and found a stamp and I wrote our mailing address on the envelope and handed the paper to Henry. “Ok, I’ll call your bluff, do it, and then give it back to me, I’ll put it in the envelope, seal it and we’ll drive down to the post office.”Henry wrote on the paper, ‘To whom it may concern: I came over tonight to Dave’s house to try and talk him into giving me a blowjob, because I had a hard on thinking about him doing that. I.