‘Put it on. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.’ I dried myself off and put the thing on. It turned out to be a peignoir. I felt like an idiot. The ...major approved of it rather vocally. He seated me at the table and served the first course from a set of sacks in the fridge. I nibbled at my meal, too nervous to dig in. I wondered at his motives for this little presentation. The man wanted conversation. We discussed everything from politics and religion to sex and mud tires. In all of my fantasies. Why can't I live with one of my friends?" Shikomi asked."Because most of them have unstable homes." Mr. Kirk answered. "And theones who do still can't afford to have you. Jim's mother is a lawyer,and she also happens to be a close friend of mine." So I guess I'm riding home with you?" Shikomi asked, looking over toJim."Yeah, my mother said she'll be working late so she left money forpizza. Meet me here after school and we'll head to my house." My house now too... I guess." Shikomi said. ”“You sure?”“Damn right I’m sure!” she exclaimed. With a grin she added, “I was watching when Tina entered it, so I’m sure it’s there. As I said, that girl is really incredible on a computer!”We had the finest suite in the finest hotel in downtown New Orleans. Kris teased that it was almost as nice as the suites at the Institute, but she wondered where the room steward was. I asked her about it and was told that she really felt like having her pussy eaten. After all, it was loaded — again! —. Then I slipped out of the room, letting them all sleep. I headed down the stairs and got dressed. My dad was still at work, on a long shift as a fireman. I donned my jogging shoes and headed into the cool morning. The sun wasn't up yet, but nearing, the eastern sky lighting. A few clouds glowed pink along the bottom, picking up those first rays. I stretched and then jogged out down the path. My dad always made sure I stayed in shape. As a fireman, he needed to be in peak physical condition. I'd.