Taylor stated."So what? Are you saying I should do badly on purpose?" I asked."Not quite." she replied, as she put the bag on her lap. She opened it,a...nd out of it she pulled the device..."Whoa! What are you thinking about doing with that thing!?" I nearlyshrieked."Relax hun, I won't force anything on you. I just want to put it outthere as an option. Right now you're a good eight years ahead of whereyou should be. With this thing, we could knock you back a coupleyears..." But they know where I'm. D,” I said and then let out a sigh before asking, “Uh, have you talked with your daughter since last night?”“Yes, I’ve talked with her ... the whole day,” Ms. Dillon replied with a chuckle the last piece of her response.“Ha-ha, very funny, Ms. D. You know full well which daughter I’m referring to,” I said.“Yes, Mike. I saw and talked a little with my rock star daughter this morning before she was off gallivanting to Tempe’s and your place,” Ms. Dillon replied.“I’m guessing from your words and. I was fondling a fantastic set of tits. Rachel just laughed at my lack of words and said "You did great. Thanks for being so sweet to my mom. I owe you one." Then Rachel whispered "Keep doing exactly what you're doing. I'm serious, she needs some good old fashioned sexual teasing to boost her ego." I looked at Rachel and said "You want me to be sexual with her?" Rachel replied, "Well you don't have to have sex with her obviously but touching her tits, patting her ass, letting your cock hang out. Ralph became quite concerned, so he and his wife went to see a prominent urologist. After an initial examination, the physician explained to the couple that, though rare, Ralph’s condition could be cured through corrective surgery. “How long will Ralph be on crutches?” the wife asked anxiously. “Crutches? Why would he need crutches?” responded the surprised doctor. “Well,” said the wife, “you are planning to lengthen Ralph’s legs, aren’t you?Compliments of dorsetmike‎ Bill was a bit embarrassed.