.”“Stoppit!”“Okay.”“You act like if he asked you, you’d be naked in bed...”“He’s ... just ... I dunno...”“Wonderful vocabulary..., Binkster.”Now we were in the hall. Change the subject. People are still staring at me after the fight.Mark Twain did a poor job of holding my interest today.I made it through my day. Bink’s mom picked us up after school.“What’re you doing this weekend?” she asked.“Uncle Ben and I are getting used to the bigger boat. I think we’re doing an overnighter at the south end. For all intents and purposes she was still a toddler andSusan cared for her that way. As it happens she was back ina long term care facility for a short while undergoingtreatments. It explained the room, but it still looked odd.Chuck understood that beforehand, after Susan and he talkedon the phone. It was reason enough to let it passunquestioned with just his thoughts. In truth it didn'treally matter because it was there and there was a reasonand it wasn't really any of his business.What did. The first spurt felt like it would last forever . Yolanda sank carefully to the ground with Oreston on top of her , still flinching in her mouth . He felt Yolanda's hand on his belly . She wasn't pushing him off , but her touch reminded him to give her room to breathe . He gently raised up and watched her nurse on his softening dick . Preston raised up and rocked back on his knees . " i knew it would be good in your nouth ." Yolanda laughed . " How would you know a thing like that ?"Preston. That standard was miraculously converted into software programs that allowed the accountant to manipulate the figures in miraculous ways. It was a magical process of sleight of hand in digital form.Nothing was written in ink, so nothing was sacrosanct in the accounting equation. As long as the debits appeared to match the credits, all was well. The ancient system of double entry, as he was fully aware, went back to a Franciscan friar named Luca Pacioli, who lived in 15th century Italy. As a.