”There was much chuckling.I asked, “Mom, did you figure out what your streak is?”She nodded and said, “Except for my period and ToC, I’ve be...n commando since August 10th.”We gave out various exclamations of surprise and jealousy. Dad entered the kitchen. His eyes bugged out, but he beckoned us to follow him.“Everything’s in the Sprinter, which is in the garage, so let’s go.”We drove through nearly torrential rain, which caused me a bit of second guessing. However, I felt excitement in my pussy. And then I wired a switch to it so it only got power when the switch turned it on. So I wouldn't need to wake up my wife or half my neighbors when I pulled in late at night and backed my truck into the warehouse. Considerate of me, right?Well, that Thursday, business sucked. I mean it fucking sucked. I sat there, on the rear deck of my truck, presiding over $65,000 worth of clothing, at cost. Thousands of out of work and retired idiots - that wouldn't know quality if a Eleanor Thornton, the. We’ve even bet on as silly a thing as whether the next person coming out of a restaurant would be a couple, a man, a woman or a group. Most of the time the betting is just for fun. But occasionally we have bet with things of real value at stake. I’ll give you an example. A few years ago we started planning our annual vacation. I wanted to go to Las Vegas and (don’t ask me why) Ashley wanted to go to Minnesota and the Mall of America. For whatever reason we couldn’t find any common. I knew Mary. There isn’t a secrete in the world that she can keep to herself more that fifteen minutes“Ok, I’ll tell you. But you’d better sit down and keep quiet and trust me you aren’t going to want Kevin to hear.”I sat in a chair in their breakfast nook and stared expectantly into Mary’s eyes. “You want a beer?” she asked. I shook my head no. “Well I need one.” she turned and opened the fridge, brought two beers to the table and shoved one at me as she sat heavily down.I took the beer and.