" What kind of relationship is that?" One based on respect," answered Ann. She wondered if the respect was only in one direction. She asked, "Are you ...illing to do things for him?" What kind of things?" Lucy asked."Things like handjobs and blowjobs."Blushing, Lucy answered, "I'd like to do them, but I don't know how."Reaching over to the fruit bowl for a banana, Ann said, "We need to talk."William and Dave were in an aluminum fishing boat that had three bench seats with an outboard motor on the. Of course, all charactersdescribed herein are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyoneliving, dead, or undead. Anyone thinking otherwise needs to get alife. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Commercials We'd Like to See for Products We Wish Existed 001 -- Red Ball"FADE IN:INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHTA CLERK stands behind the counter, looking utterly bored. He hasthe weary look of a man who has seen it all, a man who is. He pondered whether to go straight back home to the farm or whether to take advantage of this unexpected free time and to grab a bite to eat in town. He chose the latter thinking that Missy would most probably appreciate a bit of free time of her own, especially as he knew that she had suggested to Leon that he might like to have lunch before he headed off for his usual afternoon siesta.Lunch in the diner was OK he thought as he paid the bill but not as good as Missy's cooking he decided. He. . couldn't find time to answer a text from me? Uh oh, this probably means something."Yep! I was... I had to do some thinking. About everything. About us."Gulp. There it is. I reached for the glass and chugged a little, handed it back to her. You know how your brain can think a thousand things in the space of a second, right? So I was thinking: Well, she's here. My stuff isn't on the grass. She's naked in the tub. Unless there's a midget in there that I can't see, maybe we are okay. Don't panic.