She was not going to let himpour his own and risk losing half the bottle."These are excellent, as usual," Maria said. "Ooh, they are blueberry,aren't ...hey?" Yes, they had fresh blueberries on sale so I bought some at the store.We can have a few blueberry things this week." Blueberry cookies," Bobby voted."Yuck, I don't think they would be good in cookies. Pies, muffins, ormore pancakes I think. They should last until the end of the week, so wecan be surprised at how we use them. You might even. I wrapped both of his hands inside a large freezer bags to keep the bandages from getting wet, but other than just standing in the shower spray he couldn't do much of anything else.To solve that problem, I had Robby dress in a pair of his cotton gym shorts and I used the soapy washcloth to bath him. All went well with that for a couple of day until Robby complained of severe soreness on his penis. It dawned on me that he was instructed a few years back that he needed to push the foreskin back. One Saturday morning the front door to my apartment burst open and Paul and three friends walked in tossing a bag on the couch next to me. The four men were dressed in sneakers, long basketball shorts and sleeveless shirts.“C’mon you little faggot – we are gonna play some basketball.” Paul yelled out as I watched he and one of the other men head towards my bedroom.“Paul ... I don’t play sports very well at all...” I stammered as two of his friends lifted me from the couch and deposited me on. I wonder why Mike would pay me any attention at all after seeing you and talking with you. You’re beautiful and smart, and everything a guy could want.”Margo took a seat opposite Amber. Beside them a floor-to-ceiling window looked out at other Boston skyscrapers. Margo said, “I’d just joined the company when Mike started divorce proceedings and had started to work on some overseas business deals. I was fresh out of Wharton with a newly minted MBA. By the way, congratulations are due you for.