. .” she started. “Stacey, how do you figure we can handle this one right? A house and some money won’t mean a damn thing to David. He never ha... cared about money so long as he’s had enough to get by. You know it and I know it. We’ve talked about it often enough,” he said. “There has to be a way, Ron, there has to be. Ron, I know for you it’s all about finally being able to be a dad. I understand that, and I hope that we can find a way to make it so David can understand it too. But, doing. I had been topless and feeling horny all day, laid down looking at my mound forming the perfect camel toe in my pants, I was almost asleep when the doorbell rang. Ju got up and answered it and came outside to introduce the masseur, a fifty-something bit of totty dressed in a white, clinical, short uniform. She didn’t look much different than me, nice firm tits and shapely legs and bum. We offered her a drink and she accepted a large glass of white wine.“I can bring in my couch or we can do it. I have a special gift for you.?That scared me even worse and I doubled my efforts to get to the phone. All of a sudden, my feet stopped moving and my legs felt like they were frozen in place. My upper body could still move but the rest of me refused to respond to my brain. Santa came closer to me, shaking his head.When he finally stood in front of me, he said, ?It is a shame to see the world in such states that people are afraid of anyone who might come into their house unannounced. I said I. " Carrots and sticks, somebody said," Bob grinned."Come again?" Awww, c'mon people! You said it yourselves. I was there at the meeting, remember? We offer Bronstein and his small band of supporters a bountiful harvest of carrots. Then we threaten the Stinson partisans with a bunch of hurtful sticks. Never forget that above all else, they are politicians. Voter appeal and pots of money are their life blood. We tarnish their image and cut off their money. They'll come around. But first, we've got.