I just loved the idea of me having my own gold plated garbage truck.You see, even us little people have great dreams, and some of them is very great. ...ost folks if they had a dream to gold plate a garbage truck would sort of hide it and not tell nobody. But not me. I just got to share my great ideas with the world. It is so seldom you find a special mind like mine. We are a very rare breed indeed.Well, my own sweet and innocent Em got to worrying about Gomer's possible hurt feelings. And while. Kelly closed hismouth on the finger and she pulled it out slowly. Then he licked hislips. ?Salty,? he thought. Not what he expected.?Taste good?? she asked.He nodded.Cathy knew that she would need to change her own panties before leavingfor the concert.********His nails had been painted, his heels were on, he?d tried on his showchoir dress and he was wearing the concert choir gown. It was aclassic, black concert gown. A silky, slip-lining for a short sleeved,full length taffeta-like material. Being 6 feet tall and weighing in at 250 pounds, plus glasses and the rest had made him an easy target in high school.Eric’s sole happiness in life was in computers. Building them, playing with them. He spent long hours into the night now online playing games or surfing porn. He didn’t go into chat rooms much; he got dissed even there by people that had no idea who he was or anything about him.There was one person that had given him some slack, a chance to do something. Salvador Garcia. Sal. The thought made me shiver. There damn well better not be… I’d kick his ass back to Ensenada. ‘There’s a woman out there…’ I started to say. ‘In your office?’ she said, grinning. I waited for her to stop making me look foolish. She liked doing that. She said it made me more human. ‘She’s going to be staying in the guest room. Her husband’s girlfriend’s been beating on her… and she’s suing.’ ‘Oh, God,’ said my aunt. ‘Sure, whatever you need. Wait a minute… you said she wants to sue her.