“I’m a grown up now. I don’t have to tell you where I’m going.”She looked startled, then miffed. “All right,” she said. “When will you...be back?”I wanted to scream. But I didn’t. “I don’t know,” I said. Then I left, before anyone could say anything else.It was Chrissy’s car, so it was at her house. I had run or biked over to her place countless times over the past decade, and it had always seemed like a hop, skip and jump to their house. That night the distance seemed to have doubled or. ‘I’ve had my tubes tied,’ she proclaimed, her fluffy bush filling the air with a musky new scent. Or it may have been that damned tree. Frantically stepping out of her jeans, she got down on her hands and knees, waving her dimpled ass at me. Her cunt was already gaping open, looking like a tangle of red Christmas ribbons soiled with eggnog. As I entered her, she toppled forward, catching her shoulder on the edge of the couch. With her cheek resting on the cushion, she glared back at me as I. "We're going out tomorrow night," he says, grinning from ear to ear."You asked her!" I say excitedly."Yes, and she didn't even hesitate!" he says proudly. "I owe it all to you Aunt Sara!" "Okay, then we better get some serious practice done today," I say, settling back on the couch next to him. "Let's pretend that we've had a great time at the movies and we're either in the car or at her house without her parents around, okay?" "Great," he says, putting his arm around me. "I had a great time,. He said, he said ... he said ... but then Grace said, "Mr. Howland?" We found something on the boat that might interest you." Well, no ... they're not really really big ... in fact, they're pretty small ... but still good sized for what they are." Can we come see you?" Now would be best." Thank you, sir."Grace hung up.I said. "You haven't lied ... what was the deal with the secretary?" He wanted to know what was going on. I probably wouldn't have been able to speak to Mr.Howland if he hadn't.