I want to practice fighting with you. I need to practice my shooting, too."I chuckled. "Have you told Andy that you wanted to do any of those things?"...No, ma'am." Why don't you tell her, 'Let's go, ' and pick one of those things and see if she'll go with you. I bet she will. If she doesn't, you will at least hear why." What if she won't go?" I think she will but then you have to make a choice. She's a very pretty girl but there are other pretty, smart girls in the world who would enjoy. The next morning I replied with, "Sorry I missed you. If you are ever in town I owe you a long and slow blow job." I said that partly meaning it and partly joking knowing that I would never see him again. Well to my surprised he replied back and said he would be in town on Sunday and would like to get together. We kept the reply going back and forth and agreed to meet when he returned. Well the day had come for us to hook up. He told me where he was staying, however, I was running late. He ask. Where my wife went to college, these bars were just the local bars of the town. This caused there to be new found mingling of the students and the townies.My wife and her friends started hanging out at one of the local bars. The 35 year old bartender took a liking to these coeds and would often set them up with free drinks, etc. My wife said he was very Tom Selleck looking (big moustache, open shirt, hairy chest, etc). Very different from the boys that she was friendly with. They chatted. You do that a lot!" he exclaimed. "Brandon, Oh, Brandon. It feels so good. Don't stop. You are so wonderful. I need you, I want you," he said with his hands clasped and acting as if he were Juliet looking over the balcony at her Romeo.I was red-faced and Brandon was actually on the floor laughing. If I could have rolled under the bed, I would have."He said that," Brandon questioned."Oh, many times, Brandon, many times." DAVID, you bastard," was the only reply I could think of at the moment."Oh,.