"Christ!" Julie said to herself, feeling her snatch firing up. All Byron had to do was talk to her and she was ready to strap him on! She had to watch...herself in the future. If she got any hornier around her son, she'd probably wind up strapping him on in public.Julie was shaken out of her thoughts by a sudden pounding on the door. She got up and walked to the window, pushing the lace curtains to one side and peering out into the morning light. She gasped when she saw Bertha Moore standing on. 'Verweichlicht?' Vielleicht. Na und? Mir gefaellt allein schon der Ausdruck nicht! Wenn ich ein Maedchen waere, dann wuerde niemand auf die Idee kommen, mich als 'verweichlicht' anzusehen! Mit Mama hab' ich mal darueber gesprochen. Sie hat mir erzaehlt, dass es im Berufsleben bei Dienstzeugnissen einen bestimmten Ausdruck fuer sensible Mitarbeiter gaebe: 'harmoniebeduerftig'. Wuerde man so beurteilt werden, so waere das eine ziemlich schlechte Beurteilung, sagte sie.Also, somit weiss ich ja,. I poured myself some coffee and inhaled it, waking up just from the aroma. I took mine straight up, no sugar or milk, while Kelly drank hers very sweet and creamy. “We need to get started on breakfast,” I told her.“You can cook?” she asked.“I am a full-grown man of Georgia!” I announced. “If there is one thing men of Georgia know, it’s how to cook pigs!”“You can cook a pig?”“Well, bacon and sausage, at least. What do you say to some waffles and bacon and sausage? I figure if we both get. Usually. Sometimes, of course, you get a slap in the face for your trouble. Leanne was next on my list. Absolutely gorgeous, twenty two years old, five foot tall, busty and delightfully rude. Eldest daughter of a close friend, sex with her would have the frisson of forbidden fruit, not to mention injecting a bit of youthful enthusiasm in to the project. But how to approach her? Neither Karen nor Suzanne knew her, so I was on my own with this one. She was at college but worked in the local.