Andy and the guys had bought several those backyard fast-assemble party canopies; enough to cover the 40 feet of tables in two rows and a couple extra... were set up. The two extra 8 foot plastic tables were set up with plastic chairs.One of the men hooked the trailer back up and it was backed up the container again; they started opening the other crates. The crates were filled with gallon jugs of distilled water to add to the soup that went into the container. I could just imagine the uses for. "Doesn't the dog door count as a date?" You're impossible!" she said, pushing me toward the front steps."Excellent," I said. "Boyfriends are supposed to be the source of immeasurable angst and tribulation. It's in the boyfriend's handbook somewhere." I said this over my shoulder, because now she was pushing me with both hands."Ha ... Ha," she said, spacing it out, so there would be no doubt she was being sarcastic. "Just so we're clear, the dog door wasn't a date and neither is this. We have a. I guess we'll take it case-by-case." We'll see what we can do," Admiral Benson promised.After seeing the Admiral, Whitefeather decided to see another old friend, retired U.S. Marine Corps Colonel and amateur historian Henry "Howlin' Mad" Hollister. Henry was, as usual, delighted to see a visitor at his humble apartment. He pumped Tribune Whitefeather's arm enthusiastically. "Bill, it's been too long! What are you here for this time?" Do I always need a reason?" protested the tall Tribune,. " Oh, you moved into the Petersons' place," Mrs. Minor said. "I wondered who bought that," she said. She smiled at me. She was tiny, and couldn't have been much bigger than my sister, Amy. "What do you charge?" I've got some rate sheets," I said. I'd written them out carefully and had Dad xerox them for me at work. I pulled out the folded sheets and handed them to the two women. While they looked it over, Janet ran her hand over my thigh, lightly brushing it with her fingertips. I felt my cock.