It felt strange when I got home. Clarissa wasn't there. There was a note on the fridge telling me what was available for dinner and they expected to b... home around nine.Upstairs I found the spacer rings where Clarissa said they would be. So I put the CB on and it felt more or less OK.I fixed myself some "nuclear" dinner, grabbed a beer and headed for the living room and the evening news.I followed that up with another beer and a ball game.Sure enough shortly after nine the two of them walked. My eyes hurt from how hard I'm pressing into the lenses.I watch her fingers stroke her belly, touch where I want to feel, kiss, smell, lick, and tease gently. (Or would if I fancied her.)Oh no, she's turning away. I can't hide my disappointment. With sagging shoulders, I almost put the binos down. Almost, but not entirely.I'm rewarded. She has such a beautiful bottom. I want it, and I know that I want it.And reward upon reward, she turns to face me again, and her hand drops to ... oh my! To my. When I demurred, they insisted on buying me a date at a local bachelor auction for charity. At first, I protested, but eventually I gave in. And once I looked through the online profiles of the men up for grabs, I admitted that a civil engineer named Dwayne looked pretty dreamy. Plus, his bio mentioned that he coached Little League baseball. I love k**s.Dwayne: I had never participated in a date auction before. I only agreed because it was for a good cause—the proceeds were going to breast. ”Kala and her mother looked at each other funny and I hurriedly interrupted to say, “Tony and I aren’t staying. We’re just dropping the girls off. We’re going to go out and get something to eat and come back after supper.”She drew herself up and exclaimed, “You’ll do no such thing! I’m just making spaghetti. There’s enough of that for everyone on the block.”I asked, “Are you sure. I don’t feel right about inviting myself to supper.”She sighed and said, “You’re a keeper. You’re going to be my.