She did manage to get dressed on Sunday, but only because both she and John didn't feel that it was right to eat their Christmas dinner in bathrobes. ...It wasn't turkey, but John managed to find a couple of steaks in the freezer.It was quite the nicest Christmas she could remember; certainly the best she'd had in many years.It was Thursday before she made it back to her apartment on Point Drive, and she only made it then because John had to do some grocery shopping, and she figured that she'd. I am ready to be set free, and to be reconciled to Bernie, and to Father Jim: it’s the right thing to do.”Jane McCann shook her head in dismay and disbelief. ~Seventeen-year-old Miss Jennifer Boldacre giggled as she reclined naked on the king-sized bed, her back propped up on pillows, her long black hair draped around her full breasts. Her legs were splayed wide to expose her pink cunt, hairless apart from a thick but neatly trimmed bush poised on its north face. Beneath her blindfold, she. I have just refilled my glass when I spot a few people I know from work. Time passes as I’m engaged in conversation with my peers. Typical gossip-y conversation ensues. It looks like Stacey is pregnant again. I hope she knows who the father is this time. After a few more drinks and a lot of dancing I decide to call it a night and ascend to the bedroom to collect my jacket. Opening the door I notice the curtains are slightly open, exposing a beautifully clear night. I make my way to the window. "I winced nervously. "Well, it's sort of a male matter. Kind of private, dear."She smiled knowingly. "Can't even tell you how many of those I see a week."I was startled at her forwrdness. "Sarah--" Come on, Dad. Tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help; save you a doctor's visit. It ain't free you know."I could barely meet her gaze; it was such a touchy subject. "I might need to see a urologist. A specialist. You don't specialize in that, do you?"She sighed again. "Daddy, do I have to call in the.