I'm not used to having someone cook for me." Well, you can start getting used to me cooking for you." Jill says, "I like to cook and it's another way ... can give you pleasure. Isn't that crockpot convenient? I'm so glad I bought it. While we're at work, it cooks our dinner for us. What will they think of next?" Yeah... It's real convenient for me, especially since I can't cook shit." Allie laughs."Well, you don't have to cook shit... cuz I'll be your cook."Jill starts to giggle and adds, "Not. " Warren Kelleher, what the fuck have you done to me? Studying. No parties. Sitting in an empty house on a Friday night watching a movie. I'm becoming boring!" Not even a little bit are you boring. Don't ever worry about that. You pack more living into one day than most people do in a year. Besides which, I didn't do this to you. You did it to yourself." I know, I know. It's just weird. I like Shakespeare, for chrissakes! I'm not supposed to like Shakespeare, I'm supposed to like beer!" Which. That was still a complicated puzzle though.Still, my future visions were becoming more firm. My range had extended out to ten days, now, with a good probability of being accurate. I mean, the further from tomorrow I got, the less stable my predictions were. Tomorrow, I had down to almost a hundred percent, now. A few days into the future, and it was a 98.2 percent accurate prediction, according to my computer. There were still things that happened to change things a bit, but I was now seeing. “It would make my cock hard, Mom.”“It really would?” she asked. “You wouldn’t be ashamed of me?”“I’d be hot, not ashamed, Mom.”Sarah looked around, seeing men and women, a few teenagers, getting in or out of cars, going to the supermarket, to the bank where she had first given in to the impulse to expose herself. Her son, she saw, had an expectant look on his face. A shiver of delight flowed through her, and although she began to blush, she opened the car door wide, and just before climbing in,.