"The what?" she asked."Icebox. Refrigerator." Oh."Apparently she'd held the thought until we were both sitting at the table, me just to keep her compa...y, because she waited until then to ask me. "Why do you call it an icebox?"I laughed. "Well, that's what they used to be, a long time ago—an insulated box you kept cold with blocks of ice that were delivered two or three times a week. Before they had electric ones and renamed them." You're not old enough to remember that, for heaven's sake." No,". Actually, my back feels fine, and it's my dick that is feeling really good. "No I think I like you right here," she says, "in fact I'll give you a little spanking while I'm at it!" She slaps my balls, gently, and it feels amazing. I love having my balls slapped, and she is methodically tugging away with one hand, ball-slapping me with the other. Slap! Slap! Slap! My balls and dick are feeling really good, and I suddenly realize this isn't foreplay, she intends to get me off! My hips and legs. As I did once every month, I got up early, got my daughter off to school, and headed out to a meeting they call “Coffee with the Mayor”. It is just like it sounds, suburban and banal. But as a Real Estate Agent, it’s nice to know what’s going on in the town where you are working. But it’s also a little odd when you are the only person under sixty in a room full of retirees with complaints about street lights and garbage cans.The meeting was the same as always. Heads of departments giving their. "This got the attention of everyone at the table and I had to explain how Peggy and I had paid off a mortgage in cash and how Amanda had discovered the envelopes we'd given Mr. Bennett in the desk. "We keep it locked in a safe in the basement and use it sparingly." How much is left?" Janice asked."I don't know. It's Amanda's job to bring me cash when I need it. I used the cash in about half of the envelopes to pay for a fire suppression system we installed in the old building I own." That's an.