“Tread the Boards Day” tends to suck.Oh, most people are ok with us putting up the flyers, but then there are the dicks who say things like “I�...�ll do it for your number” or “So, yoga, you’re really flexible, then?” Those are the less-annoying ones. The more explicit requests and people going on about that “hippie crap” are the ones that bring Sue out. (My favorite comeback of hers is “I’ve GOT a boyfriend, AND a girlfriend, and you’re not man enough to replace either.”)My work clothes don’t help. People boys and old men alike would seek you out for council and guidance. If like ancient times, some would make an annual pilgrimage to see you and then masturbate and ejaculate before you to show their faith is strong. You would bless them with your own holy water, ejaculating it onto their faces and lips and they would be grateful and give you gifts in return. You would direct your young disciples, apprentices to help others masturbate and collect their cum and you would make sure they all. It was sweet, but the after taste told her it contained a lot of alcohol. She took two big swigs before Bill could say to her to go easy on the giggle juice. It only took a few moments before the drink started to dull her reason. At that time, Bill was still kissing and fondling Liz’s breasts. Her nipples were very sensitive right now, and she was feeling aroused. Bill started undoing her belt, and her pants snap and zipper. She didn’t stop him, but she did notice the man with the giggle juice. They were six bright-eyed, freshly washed, very na-ve kids who now had been plunged into a life-threatening adventure.Of the students, nineteen-year-old Alex was the oldest. He was a star high school football player and had the looks to match... tall, muscular, handsome... a square jawed young man with dark bedroom eyes. To say he was popular with girls greatly understated the issue.Seated next to Alex was his best friend, Jon, the group's rebellious one. Jon drove the church counselors crazy.