"Alright. Hmmm, how often do you masturbate!" I said and flinched in case she hit me. She smiled and accepted it."Not as much as you from your answer!... she said laughing. "I don't know, maybe once or twice a day most days. Sometimes a couple times more if I get a little horny and wet!" she said.Our next game came, and I got a five and thought I had surely lost but she had pulled a two. I felt jubiliated at the win and unsure what I could ask her next."I got one, and I hope okay to ask. Have you. That summer, while I was at the farm, my father told me that Roger, the neighbour, might need us for a few days. My dad liked him and told me they spent a lot of time together during the winter. During our conversations, I had told my dad about my preference for men. He didn’t mind at all and said it was fine with him. I was lucky. Many of my friends had been kicked out of the house for being gay.One hot sunny day my father and I drove our truck to Roger’s house. He and Tommy, his hired hand,. Reaching for the envelope he ripped it open. Inside were several pieces of paper, one which looked like a manifest, one that looked like a title document (it even said title on the top) and the last was simply a letter. Picking up the letter first, Joe was resolved to discover the mystery of the crate. With trembling hands, Joe picked up the letter and began reading... My Dearest Jennifer, It was with great sadness that I informed you of Carlos’ passing away last week. As I explained to you. I couldn’t help noticing how the cloth draped over the pocket, following the movement of her butt as her weight shifted. The legs of her snug fitting jeans hid the tops of sturdy, yet worn, work boots. She was paying for, I took notice, two six packs of cheep beer which the clerk was placing in separate bags, a pack of medium sized cigars went in one of the bags and a pint of, I couldn’t tell, either gin or vodka, was slipped into the other. Her tanned cheekbone caught my eye as she turned to.