" The two girls were on either side of Bert."Now, wait a minute!" said Bert."Just a short, quick grope, mind you," continued Ryan as if Bert hadn'tsp...ken. "Ready? Set?" Rarity shifted to face Bert. "Go!" Rarityshot out her hand, groped his armpit, and jerked back. Bert shriekedand followed up with deep breaths."The *next* one," pronounced Ryan, "will be *sixty* seconds oftickling." He got out his pencil and paper. "We need to keep track,of course."Bert lost again several hands. Roberts. "We'll find something that's justperfect for you."* * *"Oh dear, this is unexpected," said Mrs. Roberts, opening up the firstof her husband's old clothes. The three of us were in a large storagecloset on the third floor.Instead of 'men's shirts', as was labeled on the outside of the box, itcontained what looked like a mass of satin, spandex, and straps."Mother, look!" said Miss Denise, pointing to the opposite side of thebox, which displayed the label 'Girdles and Shape wear'. "You. I had been back from the Seychelles for three days, and hadn't heard from either my solicitors or Gemma. I admit it was the latter I really wanted to hear from. Her office phone had rang out when I called the number, and I left messages asking her to call me. I missed her company, even her donkey bray of a laugh didn't seem quite so bad in retrospect, and I also missed the superb sex we had enjoyed. My hope was she and I could hook up, once she had sorted out Harry Ledbetter, and continue our. When I got home four of my housemates were up watching ESPN and yelling and screaming at the TV at the other basketball players that were being shown. They were trying to out do each other with a war of the words and it was getting pretty loud. I came in the door, drunk, and sat down in the living room listing to them hollering back and forth. That's when Dave, the biggest of the black housemates, came up to me and asked who was right in the arguument.I said, "Dave, who gives a shit?" My wife.