Ms. Kindle took a bite out of her sandwich, and then looked around the table. ‘I’ll be away this weekend so I would like…’ ‘You’re going t...o be away?’ Nancy Dickens asked, interrupting Ms. Kindle in mid sentence. ‘You’re not going to be here for the silent auction?’ ‘Yes, it’s imperative that I go home for a few days. As I was saying, I’d like Mr. Driver to…’ ‘It’s imperative that everyone be here on Saturday. I’m going to be here, Mr. Driver is going to be here, Mr. McMahan is going to be here,. No one in my class, and I mean no one, maybe even my entire school, has ever slept with more than three people. And that’s stretching it. Plus, has anyone else noticed that every guy in a book is presented as a modern day Adonis? They sure as hell don’t look like that either. Yet, it’s one of these books that I fall asleep reading while I’m ‘packing’ my shit for moving day next week. ********** ‘Holy shit!’ I mumbled out a much longer string of swear words while I hopped around after nailing. Greg with his iron gray hair and ramrod straight back was almost an accessory to her good looks. The girls all though he was such a perfect gentleman, and Maggie was such a punk. The were the real walking contradiction. After Greg got over trying to protect her and give her fatherly advice, they became good friends. She had slept on his sofa for a few months while she looked for a place. Finally he decided to pack his tools away and allow her the use of his guest room. Greg knew that part of. "We both took off our jackets then she crossed her gorgeous legs and watched me take off everything else. When I was standing naked, hands cupped over my erection, she patted the bed beside her and handed me my drink.She slid a wicked-looking cane out of her bag and handed it to me. It was surprisingly supple."Okay, my executive service is 12 good whacks with this on the bare ass kneeling on the bed, or for the novice, six lying down. As it's your first time - and it is your first time, isn't.