Do you remember Mr. Wilson on Dennis the Menace. He and Martha didn’t have any children. Yeah, sure, she was a saint, that is, until she donned the ...eather in the bedroom, but he was a miserable bastard, which is why she was his dominatrix mistress, no doubt. ‘Hit me again, Martha, but harder this time.’ Anyway, this story isn’t about George and Martha Wilson, it’s about Bonnie and Andy. In the case of Bonnie and Andy, instead of growing mean and miserable, as George Wilson had, savoring that. Whatever they use, it has to have a minimum symbol transfer rate for them to be able to coordinate. Some of the Earth Confederacy people get very confused about the idea that symbol flow does not mean language. Nevertheless, even if they have an unknown organ that lets them create space-time continua in which they give each other PowerPoint presentations, I personally regard information theory as something as basic as atomic theory. Subatomic theory complements it, but even Newtonian physics. ” We talked for another hour before we traded our “Goodnights” and went to bed. I didn't sleep well that night. My mind was fixed on what was going to happen in the next day or two. First thing in the morning on Christmas Eve, we packed up the car to make the two hour trip from Sandusky to Akron for the Bailey Family Gathering. Though I was high with anticipation for the plans that Jess and I had made, I slept most of the way there. I guess I was making up for some of the sleep I had missed. “Well, shit. Let’s make it happen,” Martavious stated.Lenny extended her hand and Martavious stood. Lenny led the guest to his bedroom where an orange vanilla scented candle was burning. Lenny hopped on the bed and began unbuckle Martavious’ belt. Lenny pulled the monster from his boxers and began slurping. He kissed, jerked, licked, and swallowed the shaft like a hungry babe nursing on a bottle. Lenny slapped the lengthy tool against his left cheek and called out, “You got a big fat.