Tonight he brought it up again and wouldn't let it go, he reminded me that the last time we ever saw each other was during the signing of the yearbook...and I had promised him the next time we saw each other he could claim his trophy. He accused me of going back on my word and that it was the least I could do after puking all over him on the hayride. We had a bit of a verbal dual back and forth until I finally relented and told him I would give him a pair of my panties for old times sake. Then he. But of course, the forces of order would swing in and “Set things right,” restoring “order” and returning the course of events to “The Plan.” And that was boring.Boring…. Utterly, repulsively, disgustingly, malignantly boring.Next to it was a particular reality. The Force looked in as a melodrama played out. The man in the skintight suit with the pointy cowl giving a speech about moral righteousness, the lady in her skintight outfit offering sexual pleasures, they would flirt, they would fight,. Rusty, Amber's dad was a very attractive "rustic" looking guy. He was 45 then and was still wearing his work clothes. He had sexy thinning gray hair and I could see some hair on his muscular chest peeking out the top of his shirt. I think hair on a man's chest is very sexy. He said "Wendy, come over here & give me a hug & a kiss!" I walked up to Amber's dad and he took me in his arms and lifted me off the ground swirling me around. Amber was giggling as Rusty slid my body down his chest.. My theory is if you need a breath, put in a comma. So now you want the story to get interesting right, you’re probably feeling yourself right now, you’re dick hanging out of your pants rubbing it a little saying when the fuck is this guy going to get on with the story!? Well you might want to scroll down with this story…I am a guy of great detail and babble a lot in my stories. I’ll have a conversation with the reader on that can go on for pages and I’m obviously getting no answer back. Yeah.