Oh, how id love to be able to smell her odorous socks. My mind began to daydream for a few seconds, 'til I noticed she was taking off her smelly,sweat... socks.She tucked them inside her sneakers. Her feet were perfect. They looked delicious glistening in the afternoon sun. The young woman got up and walked over to the kiddie fountain and walked around in the shallow water that had collected at the bottom. All I could do was stare at her feet and her socks tucked neatly inside her jogging. I will take you if you promise not to make trouble and stay with me all night.”I whispered to Laura, “Once he gets us in, we will lose the old fart.”Laura and I shook our heads yes, but my other two friends decided not to go.Earl said to us, "My limo will take us there, but first, we will stop and get you two properly attired for the evening."He took us to one of the finest clothing stores in Vegas. We came out looking like fashion models, and it cost him a small fortune.The club was everything. .." Weaver, of course I have," he answered curtly. "His real name was Chuck Adams. He was one hell of a middle weight, could have been champion; why?" Well, I met him the other night." Met him," Bob said surprised. "That's impossible; he disappeared years ago. Hell, I don't even know if he's still alive." Oh he's very much alive, Bob. I saw him clean the floor with some guy twice his size the other night at Jerry's Bar." Weaver? How do you know it was Weaver?" he asked."Well, that's what. Diabetes is not in my family, it runs rampant in my wife’s family. I know can’t get it from them. What the hell do you mean I have diabetes? The surgery is finally over, thank God! About 5 months of recovery and I can get back to work. Lordy, I feel great! Get this morphine away from me, that shit is for sissies. Compared to how I felt before surgery I am doing wonderful. OK Doc, I will fill out that box of forms. I know it is not really that much, but it might as well be. Am I allowed to carry.
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