Maybe we should make this every day," she said as I went in and there was Eva sitting on the sofa."Hello, oh, do you know what is coming out from your... shorts?" she asked, wide-eyed, a broad grin on her face. Her daughter looked down and began laughing."Oh, a little preview," she tittered while I stood there."Well, should I just do it right here? My name is Lewis, by the way, Apartment 403."They both nodded and Isabel handed me a small bottle of lube and I stripped down and dripped a little on. He wanted me to demonstrate with the small end of a baseball bat but I told him to go screw himself. Once in a week is enough, even if I did wet myself. Good truck.” With this last short compliment to his truck Tracy patted the hand that he still had on the stick shift and pulled back, sipping her coffee and looking out at the scenery.No way Mel could let it go. He knew he shouldn’t push it, but he had to bring it up. “Tracy, you told Nick about what we did in the truck? Seriously? That kind of. When in a fight with her ex-best-friend, Alicia, Jane had come to find out that in the first year of their relationship, Aiden had had sex with Alicia. Jane was somewhat hurt, but thought little of it, thinking Aiden was faithful, and that her friend had only said that in a jealous rage. She decided to approach Aiden about it after all, thinking she could simply tell him she only wanted to confirm his faithfulness. But when Jane asked Aiden about it, he shamefully confessed, telling her he was. Don't see you much any more, you haven't come up with any more crazy schemes lately. What can I do for you?" Top, have you eaten in the mess hall lately? I don't mean the NCO/Officers section, you have a different cook. I mean over with the grunts? That food is garbage. I know all soldiers complain about the food but it is bad. I don't understand why unless it's the cook. I know both kitchens draw food from the same place because I've seen it but no NCO would eat what we're forced to eat. So,.