I went into the bathroom to shower and shave while Cynthia changed and selected clothes for me. As I stepped out of the shower I heard Cynthia exclai..., "You thief, that's where my sweater went!" As I walked into the bedroom I said, "Sis, you know what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine too." "That's bull-crap and you know it, you're a thief!" "Okay, I confess?spank me, beat me, use and abuse this lovely body" I said laughing the whole time.Cynthia punched me in the belly, saying,. As Blackfoot grew older he was an absolute terror around the house. I had no idea how to train him so he just did whatever he pleased. As a puppy it was cute, but as he got bigger and stronger mom told me that he’d either need behavioral training or he’d have to be kept outside. I built him a pretty nice bedding area in the corner of our shed but he just tore it all up the first night he was kept outside and then broke broke through the shed door. Mom told me to take him down to Mr Clarks. I dearly wanted to complete the evening's entertainment with me buried deep inside this vision. She had other plans for the moment.Tamara gently shoved me back on the bed and reached for my belt. Her hands were trembling as she fished the leather through and released the restriction. I wasn't sure but I think she actually ripped the hook opening my pants. She straddled my legs and grasped the top of my pants and tugged and tugged until my pants were around my ankles. She started laughing when. "It's an Angel 44." Where's my X?" Island Home is too short," he said. "Too short for any jet." Oh." I gave the airplane a second look. "It's cute." I shrugged. "Close enough, let's go." Wanna ride right seat?" Sure," and moved across the isle."Up here," he said, pointing at the righthand seat in the cockpit. The unspoken IDIOT was as loud as if he'd shouted."Ulp ... mother may I?"I was waiting for one of two things ... getting booted off the airplane ... or Homeland Security stepping up."Mr..