But, the paper exists. And the box. And the plastic bag. I'm not losing my mind. I'm not. The cum on the carpet, too. I didn't make that up. I didn't ...un a marathon in my sleep and burn off all my fat somehow. My alarm startles me and I drop the paper. Shit. It's my warning to start heading to work. Should I call in sick? And then what? Mope around my apartment? No, no. Not that. Work will distract me. I'll take some time to puzzle things out and I can tackle things again when I get home. I. Jeremy replied and they both laughed. Picking up some of the leather strips, he began wrapping them tightly around her B cup breasts as Jake went out the door. When he finished, he stood up and then went over to the hydrant and filled a bucket with water. Coming back over, he poured the water over her breasts, soaking the leather as Jake came back. Taking the ropes around her knees, he retied them higher lifting her bottom off the floor higher than her chest and head. Want me to wake her up for. As I walked out to my car I found a note on the windshield from my girlfriend Sheila. In her note she said she was breaking up with me. She didn't give a reason, just that we were through and she was moving on. This upset me quite a bit and I couldn't imagine what could have possibly brought this on. In hopes of getting an answer and maybe setting things right again I jumped in my car and headed for her house. As I drove I tried to think it through, Sheila and I had been together for nearly a. He asked why I needed to have someone babysit me, so I told him the story about when I tried to walk to dinner, but instead, went into a couple too many bars, ended up totally hammered, and getting a blowjob.This led to more drinks, and more stories. Bob asked, "Are you going to smoke that cigar in your pocket or are you just taking it for a walk. I was going to have one if you want to go sit outside at a table." I plan on smoking it. Let's go."Bob, and Jack both got a cigar from the bartender,.