"But I will say, you do have really good staying power, so ... You in?" What the hell, I ain't never meet the chick, how am I supposed to know if she'... going to make the cut, you know what I'm saying? What if she just don't inspire me, you know?" Ed, every time I've played suck your brains out through your dick games with you, you got inspired. I'll be the set fluffer, so you don't get performance anxiety. I'll either get your peter up or suck so hard, your ears'll be touching..." A few. "Bartender. Heat me up some bread sticks," I said, turning to stop the man from grabbing me from behind."Yes, Ma'am," He said quickly rushing behind the counter. The man I was holding began to gasp and struggle. Oxygen, right, I'd almost forgotten. I threw him to the floor and held him down with the spiked heel of my shoe."Bartender!" I yelled over my shoulder. "I'm not getting any younger over here!" I snickered to myself. The bartender rushed forward with a basket of hot bread sticks. They. Ralph started to wonder if he should just make a quick escape before he got into trouble; but he cautiously glanced around and saw that still nobody was paying him, or the girl, any attention.He looked back at her and she was reading his shirt. "Wha's tha'?" she asked."What's what?" asked Ralph."Wha's a coo'ed beer pissing contest?" Do you really want to know?" Yeah! I wan' know!"He leaned closer to her again. "It's where a bunch of couples, guys and girls, compete to see who can piss the most. Rick enjoyed a nice romp in bed. And it was coffee and bagel time. I was halfway through a toasted buttered bagel when my phone rang.I almost answered with, “This had better be important.” But said, “This is Z.”... “Okay thank you, Maryann. I will take care of it.”Fran expressed our thoughts with, “Fuck. What the fuck is it this time?”“Our house in Idle Park. The sprinklers have been on all night. We need to do something about it.”Rick commented as we dressed, “As new homeowners, you will need.