"Tracy said, "But what can I do? Angie has the kissing booth and I don't know how to bake."Brenda said, "Well Tracy, you can really help me out by sel...ing tickets to the fifty-fifty raffle. I can't do it because I'll be grilling burgers and brats."Everyone in the family was all in and thrilled to be taking part in a real effort to help the folks in need. Their picnic was set for the first Saturday in June.The weather was perfect. Although it can be hot in southern Texas during June, the day of. Two weeks in, and he was starting to get sick of squirrel "literature". To start with, he had never been that into religion. Oh, sure, church, Jesus, God, all that. He believed. He had never actually read the books Jesus wrote, though, leaving that to his Mom and others. It wasn't like it had mattered, and quite frankly he preferred fiction. Thus, the ... quality of the religious texts before him, the style of arguments, were totally unfamiliar. They made his brain hurt. Melinda, bless her,. Tech-Man," she started, "maybe you can find a way to make it work like that." She put the stuff on the counter then reached under a cabinet to retrieve a large 14" iron skillet. "That's easy. All that needs to be done is to wire the lamp inside the fridge to the same circuit the pendants or other lights on the dimmer are connected to." Ben said with a bit of sarcasm.Jean smirked. "Okay smartypants. You've got yourself a job!" She said putting her hands on her hips trying to look impatient. . They didn’t notice me as I passed by, but I recognised Carol as I got closer, confirmed by her voice – I vividly recalled her urging me to fuck her in my office after the rest of our colleagues had gone for the night. This was the voice I now heard as I slowly glided by their table.The realisation that Carol was here awoke horny memories, and I completely forgot what my wife has asked me to fetch for her dessert, so had to return to our table to ask. The rest of the meal was a bit of a blur.