Dad wandered off to let me breathe again and headed to my kitchen to organize a cuppa for us both. He returned again in a few minutes, carrying a pair...of cups with steam rising from them,I sat up, my bare chest presenting themselves, I'm not sure if Dad cared, or was just being polite by basically ignoring them, but he seemed unphased by my state of dress."The corset belongs to your mom, she loaned it to Steph for the wedding, I guess you can use it too when you decide if you want to get. Phil or any of them. Loser Central. That’s what daytime television is. Nowhere else can you see such a collection of losers as on daytime television. I’m almost never happier than when I’m staring at some other loser whose miserable life is being splattered all over the airwaves. Sometimes I think watching TV helps make you a loser.And prime time really isn’t any better. It’s one rehash after another, whether it’s about crime, or ‘relationships’ or what’s laughingly (ironically) called. Every movement she made, no matter how small, made her breasts bounce or jiggle. She pulled her hair to one side, and over a shoulder to keep it out of her way. The hair covered one of her small freckletone nipples. “So, while you were gone, I bought some cherry-flavored waterproof lube. I know you need a shower since you’ve been on the road, and I thought we should try it out.” Twila said before forking the last of her eggs into her mouth. All Justin could do was nod in agreement. His eyes. " He wants me to write a script, Sheila, and he wants you to direct. He's even gonna pay us the standard market salaries! For you that's about $250,000!"Sheila's voice choked."Anthony don't fuck around with me! That's cruel!" I'm not! You need to get upstairs and turn on the news! Open up these god damn curtains of yours and let the world in again!" You're really serious!"I nodded. She sat up and hugged her knees, shaking a bit. She sat like that for the longest time. She was crying. I was so.