"Bret did go up to the Judge and the Martinez's and told them that one of the houses, would be like a guest house, so they could stay there whenever t...ey were in town."Before I forget, Mike, Gunny, Diane, Ann, and Heather you five have an appointment at three tomorrow afternoon with Greater San Diego Ford to pick out your lease cars."This last was said as Bret was running out the door. Too late, Bret realized he had to wait for someone to drive him home!At eight the next morning a caravan of. You know the type, the ones with the provocatively dressed model in some sort of peril. And if all else failed I always had the Sunday lingerie ads to fall back on, which probably lead me to my obsession with women’s panties. I must admit I jerked off to many a bra and panty clad model. I used to actually dig the ad out of the garbage on Monday morning before I went to school and conveniently hide those ads for future use. I had a never-ending bevy of beautiful babes at my disposal. And they. "And Roger should be a nobody compared to me. There should be things that I should be privy to that Roger should not!" He rephrased my statement to make me look even more ugly.A casual glance on the paper in front of me told me what it was all about. Mike had listed the occasions when Roger or Roger and I together had broken a good or bad news about me to him. The fact that two letter size sheets were required to list it all, spoke volumes about Mike's memory and my stupidity."So, I still do. There they saw a room full of people wearing an assortment of tuxedos and evening gowns. Women dripping with expensive jewelry and gowns that cost more than Mitzi made in a month, and men in tuxedos with names she knew from magazines and television shows. Moments later, Mrs. Patterson appeared."Mitzi! You made it!" exclaimed Mrs. Patterson as she hugged Mitzi.Mitzi smiled nervously, hugged her back, then said, "Good evening Mrs. Patterson." Donna please! And this must be your roommate Courtney,.