On Friday, when I went to pick up the mail, there was a package for me. I signed for it, and noted the familiar hand that had penned the address. Once...I got home, and the boys were off to plague their friends' parents, I opened the package. On top of the DVD within, was a note.Bob: I really have no way to get themoney you demand. I cannot think ofany of my friends who would ball you,under any circumstances. I mightconsider letting you do me in theass, but maybe we could talk, first.Here is a. He was tallish,although other boys were taller, his muscles were filled out more, but notby much -- he spent most of his waking hours running through meadows orpainting with inks he made. These were the same paints he would share withthe feral boy who painted his face in stripes. The boy had shiny hair thecolour of chestnusts and pale blue eyes. Sparse hairs feathered under hisarms and over his calves and formed a modest patch between his legs. Thoughthe succubi would never know it, the boy was. Now I'd taken two pots in a row, this newest one involving an amulet that appeared to be nothing less than an heirloom or relic. While I may be a liar, a coward, and a cheat, I'm not a desecrator and I don't really want to go about taking meaningful things from people. I'll take their money. I won't take their loves, hopes, or desires.Standing, I started to push the pot of the coin and amulet back towards the redhead, "Honestly, I have enough, m'lord. 'Twas just a way to pass time, the pot is. Jones and Shirley were both rabid football fans. Jerry had been scheduled to come home with me for the weekend, but I explained about my mother not feeling well. After I promised to bring him back some of Gerta's baked goods, Jerry stopped most of his sulking. Both times previously that I'd brought him home with me, he'd spent most of his time in the kitchen, trying to talk Gerta out of extra snacks, and trying to get Hans to go into town to buy him some new men's magazines. Hans finally went.