I stared at her stupidly for a minute as she continued to tell me that men need to go out and do guy stuff sometimes, and that my banning poker night ...as a mistake. I managed to recover in time to tell her to mind her own business, but I was reeling. I'd never told Vic he couldn't go to poker night. Nor had he, as far as I had known, stopped going. What had he been doing on Thursday nights?That's why I was sitting in my car, looking across the street at a house I'd never seen before. I'd. Peter Hanson told himself he shouldn't have been surprised, but throughout the time he'd known Dulcie he'd constantly been surprised by her perceptions. His church-warden wanted to speak to him after the service but he shook his head."Just a moment, Bert, I want to catch Paul Meadows before he goes." He dodged a couple of old ladies and got to Paul as he was getting up out of the pew. "Paul ... I hope you'll come back to the Rectory with me for supper?" When Paul nodded, he added, "I hope I. She gripped the edges of her oak desk so tightly that splinters sprinkled onto the carpet. Her anger had a target – her target had no clue. He signed on to read yet another glowing review of his ill-gotten literary triumph, and leaned back in his chair with satisfaction. He decided that he ought to reward himself with a vigorous jerking of his tiny penis. Although the odor that struck his nostrils when he unzipped his fly was enough to strip paint from a ship, he was too high to care. . When Laurel was sure Patti was good and sore, she applied another glob of the ?Hot as Ice? cream and some ice cubes to each nipple making Patti moan with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. Laurel let Patti in on their plan for the evening. While she was still bound to the column and suffering the torment applied to her sensitive erogenous zones, the couple was going to make love and havewonderfully energetic time of it. It would be Patti?s job to keep Roger?s cock clean and count how many.