I finally start to walk and I feel my ass swing side to side and I have no control over it. I get to the door and open it. I am having trouble concent...ating, but I have to get help. I walk down the hall, looking for anyone to help me. I am very aware of the spectacle of my butt sashaying down the hallway. I then walk into the guy, I yelled at last night. Apparently since he sober he doesn't recognize me. I blurt out in my orgasmic high "Can you help me with my pants, the snap is stuck"! Where. . teen!“ squealed our daughter.“Bob, do something with her,” snapped my wife. She’s a morning person, generally speaking, but only after she’s out of bed and dressed.Riley released her mother and rolled, disrupting the covers. Amanda snatched them back.“Mom says you can do something with me,” she whispered, at about forty decibels. In case you’re wondering, the average whisper is 30 decibels.Her hand snaked to find my morning wood.“Mmmm. Was Daddy thinking about getting frisky with my mother?”. Now, I have never played football and only passed the ball a few times. It is tough to play group sports when you are a loner. So my reaction must have been pure instinct. Her head made the agonizingly slow turn and the ball was inches from her face when my hand snaked out, gripped the ball, and pulled it to my chest.Zoe stood stock still, in shock. That was a near miss. A second later and she would have had some serious injuries. It was surprisingly quiet all across the field.Zoe let out a. There would be hell to pay.“Have you sent anyone to check out the box truck for anyone alive? All those bikes in the back have to be disarmed,” I asked Ben.Then I reminded Eric that this place needs to be kept under guard until it gets an all clear.“Eric, call your New Jersey and Ohio offices to send some agents here to do that. Tell them to pack for a couple days. You know the drill,” I said. “Call the state police to see if they will help, but I doubt they will.”Eric and Ben both looked at.