I mean you could see this thing from space. And I wore a shirt that was too small to cover an erection. Not that I planned to cover it. I wanted her t... think that I was embarrassed. I wanted her to see the struggle in my eyes as I frantically pulled my shirt down to try to hide my boner from her. I wanted her to feel embarrassed for me and laugh and giggle at me. I wanted her to think that I was having the worst moment of my life. But in reality, I'm loving every second of it. Anyways, when she. "Things came to a head one Easter when we were visited by relatives fromScotland. Uncle Robbie was a tyrant of a man, puritanical and bad-tempered. He believed that boys benefited from a good thrashing, and hefrightened Andrew no end. His wife was no better. When Andrew heard thetwo of them were coming he cried: "Uncle beats boys," he said, "I hatehim." I tried to comfort him, but he was inconsolable. And then hethought for a minute. "He wouldn't be so horrid if I were a girl." I could. The waiter tensed up. He looked for a few seconds as though he were trapped. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry, sir. The owner has instructed us that we are to give you and your friends wine from his private stock whenever you come in. I'm not supposed to bring you the wine you've requested."The poor kid looked terrified. Gregg smiled and said, "Relax, man! We only bite a little bit. I thought you found that out the last time we came in. I'll talk to Ken later. Bring us whatever we're. "No, it's ok. I'll get her. ". As I walked to the living room, Tonya fed me the story of how she and Abby kept drinking and now Abby couldn't move. Her speech is all slurred and she's dead weight to move around. She continued to apologize about waking me, but I didn't care. When I saw her slouched on the couch, I almost thanked her. Abby lay there with her legs spread wide open and her shirt sagging off her shoulders. You might think I'm pretty fucked up, but it was hot. She looked really.