He couldn't figure out what she was doing, but didn'treally care, as he went for his clothes without bothering to answer."One thing before you decide,...Lee... Remember we said aboutconsequences? Well, if you pick the boy's clothes, all of yourpunishments today are doubled... Your choice..." He shrugged, thinkingthat wearing girl's clothes would be worse that any punishment shecould force on him, shutting the door on her as he slipped into hiscomfortably worn-in clothes. Outside, Laura grinned at. .. as of now.As for me, I wasn’t so pessimistic. Pilsner was a fighter ... and just maybe, perhaps, the odds from now on might be on his side. As for that name, Wilma Reeds ... well something about it seemed familiar but I couldn’t place it. Probably someone I’d once read about in a newspaper.Apparently, a lot more time had passed since Pilsner’s near-death experience, early Sunday morning. I’d been out, unconscious and probably kept under sedation for nearly three days, from what I could tell. I could feel his breath. This was about it for me, I was ready to shoot off in my pants. I stood up and told her show me show me what your daddy did. I went to the office and said which chair? She pointed out one that is normally right by the door where you enter. I picked it up and she showed me where he put it. Right out in the open by the door, certainly not where you would normally put a chair. Then Jackie sprinted out of the room only to come back a short time later wearing her night. ‘Yeah, Ben and I come down here every Saturday to browse,’ Carmen said as she smiled warmly at Stacey. ‘Ben?’ Stacey asked with a queer look as her eyes darted between Carmen and Benita. ‘My friends call me ‘Ben’ for short,’ Benita said in a slightly nervous manner, as her cock was now painfully erect and throbbing. ‘Can I call you Ben?’ Stacey asked with a laugh, her blue eyes seeming to pierce through Benita. ‘Sure,’ Benita laughed nervously in reply. ‘What are you guys up to? I’m just on my.