Macho guys like me don't need to change clothes, especially if they're afraid that their drawers and closet contain nothing but their little sister's ...lothes. I'd get changed when Dana left.I was very eager to get some salmon bagels, and there was something else I wanted to do... , what was it? Oh yeah, check to see whether I was a multi-millionaire or not.A little explanation about the "salmon bagels" mention: We have a bakery - "Happy Foods" - fairly near where we live. It's run by a Korean. Traci put her arms around his neck, drawing him down onto her hungry mouth. As they kissed long and deep, Traci moaned into his mouth. Finally, he broke the kiss and she gasped as she drew in an urgent breath. While Traci lay there pinned under Mark's weight, he reached down and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. He took his time, enjoying "unwrapping" his present, and Traci shuddered with each button released. Mark undid the first then the second, then the third button on her blouse then. It's funny how things seem reasonable when you plan it. Had I had a trial run with this clitoris tie, I'd never have done it for a long time like mine. Never again. Maybe for a short time :)The left hand was very difficult. The hand didn't want to cooperate and I simply couldn't get the key into the keyhole. (Note to self: Always make sure it is your right hand that recieves the release key.) I also discovered that I couldn't reach over with my right hand until I had unscrewed the strips from. "Teresa, what's wrong?" Brittany aksed."What's the deal with Pat and Maddie?" Umm, weird. I guess they've been going out for a couple of weeks now. Why do you care?" A tear dribbled down Teresa's cheek. As she promptly wiped it up, Brittany made eye contact."You can't tell me you like Pat, he's a jock! They're pompous bastards! You can do so much better!" Brittany yelled at her. A meek, "you don't understand" was all Teresa could mutter as she turned around and got into her car. She left a fine.