He talked with a slow, Southern drawl, wore a baseball cap, and had a toothpick in his mouth. His lower lip protruded, in the telltale manner of one w...ho normally dips snuff. This has to be some mistake, right? Mitch said to himself. There is no way this is the guy that I saw in those pictures. He is so unlike me—there’s no way this will work. In fact, Mitch’s initial reaction to his visitor was so offsetting, that he was on the verge of admitting that this had all been a terrible mistake, and. ‘Oh Shit!’ yelled Cathy as the car tried to fishtail on her. She let up on the gas pedal and got it back under control. She was only moving about 15 mph on the country road. ‘Okay, just calm down,’ she said to herself. ‘You’re almost home. Just another five or six miles.’ At that moment a deer dashed out from the side of the road, pausing a second in the middle of the road, looking directly at Cathy. Cathy’s reaction was the worst thing she could have done — slam on the brakes. ‘Oh DAMN,’ cried. How would you feel about going back to mine? I mean fair is fair right? Besides you want to know the real me, don't you? What says more about a man than seeing the way he lives?" Hmm... you have a point. Okay, I guess so. Sure, I would like to see where you live." "Great! Then we're off! My home is in Medina about twenty miles from here. It's a nice area, kinda upscale, but not like Madison Lake or Laurelhurst. There are other doctors, lawyers, and Internet tech types scattered around the. The little hole in the tip seemed to be looking at her."OMG!" sighed Sherry in a whisper."Now we're talking." Craig's voice, issued from his sister's body, broke the tension in the room."You're so gross," accused Carly, who reached and pulled, almost violently, to cover her penis back up."No!" yipped Sherry, reaching to grip the male wrist in front of her. "Don't cover it up." Craig is being a boy," said Carly, with Craig's voice. Interestingly, everybody in the room knew what she meant."No I'm.