It was in fact twisting and changing and forming into something. David gasped as it twisted itself into a person with just his upper body arms and hea.... The steam cloud was definitely a man but had no definitive features to give him any kind of uniqueness, and then he spoke. “You have released me from my resting place”, his voice sounded like thunder booming in David’s ears, but when he looked around he Donna was nowhere to be seen as if she couldn’t hear what was going on. “Be wise, little man. "You want to see it? What, just like that?" You heard her, she wants to see it." I think I better have a drink first," said Al. He poured himself a shot of whiskey and downed it. "Ahhhhh... I see what you mean, Wanda. That does help."He walked back over to Wanda and then, with quickly stripped. Whoohoooo!" shouted Wanda. "Now were getting somewhere."Wanda walked over to I. "OK, wise guy, I think it's your turn. You need a drink first?" No thanks. But what about you? When are you going to get. Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their. “I love you, Clint, but I don't deserve you!”CRACK!“Keep spanking me!” I hissed, my body shaking on the trunk. My ass throbbed. It never hurt so badly. Our father never spanked me this hard when we were kids. “Keep punishing me.”I heard Clint breathing. I waited for him to spank me again.“Don't stop!” I snarled. “I broke us. I kissed him back. You saw it. I couldn't help myself. I was just such a whore. I was coming down from that orgasmic high. And he was there. Paying attention to me. He was.