"Yeah, right," she grumbled. "I hate it. I can't wait until next year..." Oh, yeah!" Elissa chirped, suddenly excited. She jumped up from her laying p...sition and stared intently at Amy with wide, happy eyes. "High school boys! I can't wait!"Amy blushed. She hadn't meant it like that, but Elissa seemed to interpret everything the way she wanted."That gives me an awesome idea," the Goth-girl said excitedly. "Have you ever kissed a guy?"Amy was surprised by the question. "Uhm, sure," she said.. Johnson. Like I said,they'll be perfect for my research." He was getting a little anxious aboutthis procedure, chiding himself for not having read the form. His relaxed statewas cut short as she released his balls to hang freely. Smiling playfully she added: "Don't go anywhere Mr. Johnson." Shestood and walked over to a trolley covered in a white sheet. The sexy clickof her high heels accentuating the feminine motion of her sexy ass in thattight, short shirt. Wheeling the trolley back to Mr.. I'm real sorry about this Frank." he told me as he got out the passenger side and stood by the door of his room to see what I was going to do. While I was trying to get over the shock of seeing my wife come out of a motel room with another man, in the back of my mind I was wondering what Charlie was thinking about the situation, If I couldn't even keep my family together, how could I handle a business?Absently, I nodded as I started to open my door to confront the couple as they were getting. Today’s going to be all over the place and heaven knows when you’ll eat – or tomorrow, travelling to Berlin.”As I waded through my breakfast, my mother sat opposite me, sipping her coffee and glancing at the paper.“Try to send us a postcard from West Berlin when you get there before you go into east Germany, Will.”I gave her a questioning look.“Allow me to have a mother’s concerns over her chicks, Will.” She had a self-deprecating smile on her lips.I smiled. “OK – I’ll try to send a postcard.