Once dinner was done, I asked Lilly, my smile dripping with syrupy sweetness, "Can you give me a ride home, baby sister?"She stammered, unable to hide...her nervousness, but also unable to say no, "S-s-sure."I followed behind, watching her tight ass sway in her jeans, disappointed she had not worn a skirt and pantyhose as every fantasy I had with her included nylons of some sort. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes before I opened the can of worms. "Lilly, we need to talk about what. It was easily a hundred foot drop. Ted wondered what it would be like. How it would feel to just step off. Fall towards death. Leave this world behind. Would he black out before hitting? Would his eyes stay open, until his body hit the rocks below?"Are you a virgin?"His eyes whipped around to her. The goth girl's gaze was still at the water, as if his answer meant nothing. Ted looked at her closer. She was around his age, high school. Probably not a freshman, but he doubted a senior. He frowned. Truth told, JD did not handle much of the day-to-day issues any more - he had handed that over to Bill Clark, his senior aide almost a year ago. JD smiled; he claimed the decision was to promote Bill but really, it was to lighten JD's workload so that he could in turn spend more time off with Rachael. Now most of that extra time was being spent running back and forth between DC and Richmond following Virginia's legislative process. Bill was handling the added duties far better than JD had. If you’re gay, be gay. It’s what makes you happy and ... well, gay,” my wife playfully asked Devin about grandchildren, while keeping it fairly lighthearted.“Sheriff Mervyn Spancill. Don’t ask me how he got that name. Ever since the Dubliners recorded that song, he’s had nothing but grief about it. A very Irish name for a Southern black peace officer. Granted, there aren’t that many black Southern sheriffs around at all, let alone openly gay ones, but he’s one of that rare breed. It’s like that.