It seems the owner of the steelmill Roy Shanks has died, andleft it to his son, Ron. The k*d is a snotty bastard.” “You barely knew R...oy. Why does his son, er, the new owner want to havedinner with us. You’re just a foreman…” I could tell by the silent momentthat followed that mamma knew she had slipped again. My dad was an angry manand hated to be reminded that he was only a foreman after so many years. He hadtried to work his way into a management position. ‘Shit Tom. How many times has she called this week? 50?’ ‘Fuck off John. What do you care? Are you jealous you don’t have a fan club like I do? You know, it’s not my fault you have such a small dick.’ John laughed and said, ‘Dream on asshole. I don’t get complaints from my women. As for your stalker…. Man has she got an ass I’d love to grab. Oh, and those tits…’ ‘Shut the fuck up. Quit being such a dick and lay off, will you?’ ‘Alright, alright Tom. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Geez, I. The evening had fallen and the night lamps had come up. I decided to be a bit more daring . I opened my suitcase and in front of the entire group rummaged through my inner wears occasionally taking out the sexiest of nighties and then putting them back in. I took out a shear nightie which came to my mid thighs and was back less and closed my suitcase. Now the atmosphere was hot. They started anticipating that I would be wearing that night during the night and the tension was palpable. But I. John was very quiet in the back seat. We got to John's apartment, parked and went up. The three of us sat down in the living room. John spoke up, "So who am I to you two?"I said, "John we both love you. We all need to work on what our future is."Well, John had been our best friend for several years. I thought I needed to talk to Carol alone. We both loved John, but what did that mean.I said, "John, Carol and I need to go home and put on some fresh clothes. Why don't you come over in an.