Except in was no longer in my underwear. That had been pulled aside and my baloney pony was gazing at its surroundings, the meat being molded by Sonja...��s right hand. This was way beyond arousal. I decided that it was at least nine rousals. Sonja glanced at my dick and J.C.’s gaze followed. He swallowed hard. “We have a nice chick breast. I mean chicken breast. And it’s fried cunt style. I mean country style.” “We’ll have two of those, please,” ordered Sonja. “Thanks.” Before he had turned away. . Darren", I looked over at the clock, it was already really late, one o'clock, Darren and I must have slept in late, I thought. I moved over towards the kitchen, to have a see of what I might make for breakfast, when I heard a soft knocking at the door, intrigued, I went to answer it, not bothering to check the peep hole I just opened it, I stood there, frozen, not being able to move a muscle, it was Zac, standing there, looking at the ground with a single rose in his hand, "I'm sorry" He. “What the hell’s going on, Gabe,” she leveled her gaze on him. He didn’t look up at her while he poured two fingers of Crown in a glass for her. “I'm finished with the equipment,” he told her as he went ahead and poured himself a glass as well. “It’s ready for testing.”“Then why doesn’t this seem like a happy toast?” She asked sensing his mood. He glanced at her then took a sip of his drink, clearly stalling. “Because,” he finally answered. “I talked to Granning and he’s already petitioned for. As I walked to the underground elevator, I quickly look back at my joy and lock the doors with the familiar beep and flash of lights. Pulled my over coat closed as a breeze of bisque morning coolness blew through the car park. Arriving at the elevator, the quiet air of silence that only early morning offers. Still waiting...finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every other day nothing new nothing special just Monday blues. Positioned towards the back of.