“I know you’re cold. Wrap up. You want some brandy? It’ll help warm you up,” Tim opined.“I don’t really drink, but I could probably use a ...ittle,” Braden acquiesced.They sat in the living room sipping on the fine tasting spirits. Braden was on his third round and feeling quite happy.“It’s a bummer about your family,” Tim said. “My flight got canceled too.”“Yeah, I was looking forward to seeing him,” Braden confessed.“Who? Your dad?”“No, Bernard.”“I thought you said your family was coming down. .." Really?" You need help. I can either talk about you, like Claudette, or I can help you. Helping you should be more fun." Mary's eyes drifted back to the game."Claudette says..." Claudette says anything that will make her look better than you," Mary replied bitterly, not looking at Louise. "Claudette says I'm a slut. Claudette says that because she couldn't hang onto Rob while giving him the cold shoulder. If sleeping with your boyfriend makes you a slut, then maybe I am -- but it's love, or. " Darla smiled. "Iknow how you could win that contest! My mom is a secretary and she's asfast as they come. She could coach you!" Jimmy looked unsure. "Well, Idon't know..." Darla reassured him. "It's okay. Just come over to myplace after dinner. She'll be happy to help."Sure enough, when Jimmy came over to Darla's house that night her momwas happy to help. "Darla told me what happened and I think it's justdreadful that that awful Miss Clawstroke treats you boys that way." Mrs.Goodwin looked. We had draped a black cloth over the men’s hole so that they couldn’t see anything in the storeroom, although the light level was pretty low as well. We could tell that he tried to look into it by pushing on the cloth, but obviously couldn’t see anything. He either recognized the idea of a “glory hole” or just took a chance. In any case, suddenly a decent sized dick came through the hole. My wife looked at me, questioningly I thought in the dark, so I pushed her on the back of the head towards.