Artful smiled widely from his perch at the cash register. Chad clocked in and got busy on the stack of dirty dishes that waited for him. —- ‘Doin... anything tonight?’ Gary asked Chad. The dinner rush had died down, Gary had shut off the grill and Chad was on his last rack of dishes. ‘Nah, what you say we waste a bunch of time and drive around for hours drinking beer and then finally go bowling, like we always do?’ Chad asked and smiled. Gary tied his long blond hair back and returned Chad’s. ’ he said looking around, making a show of it by looking at the ceiling, with a goofy grin on his face. Kate playfully slapped his belly, and then left her hand there, just loving the feel of him. She pulled him close, stepping back so he was under the water too, and rubbed her body against his. ‘You know what I was doing, but I want more, think you could help a girl out?’ she asked in the tone of someone asking for help to change a tire. ‘Of course baby. Don’t want you frustrated for work.. The period was unpleasant, but at least it meant her body wasn't pregnant.The one day Peter had been dreading and hoping for finally happened. 'Peter' was coming out of his coma. It was time to see how Lucy would react to finding out she was now Peter.The man on the hospital bed looked at 'his' family. Peter was stunned when 'Peter' knew who they were! He said he couldn't remember much, but he did know some things! Then Lucy looked at Peter, puzzled. "You look familiar? Do I know you?"This was. He was 39 years old.Bob Blobluto aimed the spit valve at the end of the slide of his Salvation Army BB flat contrabass trombone at the “Hills Brothers” coffee can on the floor, depressed the spit valve and blew into the instrument. A stream of spit splished into the nearly full coffee can.Bob Blobluto knew he should call Richard Widemouth and tell him the can was full. Bob Blobluto figured he would jack off soon. He marveled at the design of the spit valve on his Salvation Army BB flat.