I chuckle and say somewhere special. I add that we are almost there or I would blindfold you. I slow and signal for a left turn. We are on a small cou...ty road. It seems too narrow for the van as we weave around the giant trees. I drive smoothly around each one, slowing just enough. You smile at my steady confidence and feel warm and secure, the maiden with the scarred warrior. Abruptly, the road widens into a turn around. There are some old picnic tables, overgrown with moss and lichen. It is. The doctor immediately lubricated his fingers (he was not wearing gloves) and started to examine my wives labia carefully. He was slow and methodical. I should probably point out that my wife was extremely attractive and had been one of ‘those kinda girls’ in school; the kind that is always going out with older boys and sneers at those her own age. Because the doctor had been a chubby little geek at school she remembered that she had been particularly unpleasant to him. Now he was getting his. Sensing your confusion, she tilts her head to the side. "Tommorow's the Spring Harvest Festival. You did remember that, right?"Not wanting to be reprimanded by Madame Forgetful, herself, you put on a fake smile and try to play it cool."That's great!" she beams at you, obviously none the wiser. Nicely done!She looks as if she's about to say something else, but her head suddenly goes limp, and all you can hear from her is the faint sound of snoring. With the morning pleasantries out of the way,. Your makeup looks fine." Ok then sis," giggled Paul as they both looked at each other crackingup again as Bridget was miffed, missing the joke as JC came back withthe Frappuccinos."I?m so glad you two seem to be hitting it off," said Bridget, lookingat Paul with an evil grin on her face."Why wouldn?t we be?" said Petie. "Your sister?s not just pretty likeyou said, but really cool too."Laughter turned to angst quickly as Paul quickly lifted the straw tohis lips, slurping on his drink as he.