He again began to apologize for the intrusion.Kathy began asking a flurry of questions, "Why would they lock you out? Don't you have a key? I thought ...you had a big date tonight? How'd that go?"Being very comfortable with us he explained, "They locked me out because they are assholes. As far as my date, it went just like all the other disaster dates I've had recently... I didn't get laid."Kathy chuckled and said, "If you keep thinking you're going to get laid on every first date, you're setting. The kinds of fantasies that many have in the back of their minds...but are afraid to verbalize. Many of these women are prostitutes, at the outset...and so most of these activities would not be foreign to them. Some of the pretty women are professionals, however, who have done shameful harm to the helpless and elderly...and have chosen this course to avoid something much more severe in the form of punishment. Just about all of the women offered this alternative accept it. I run the prison. Gracie grabbed the sloppy blueberry mess and the Maple Syrup with the other. The two girls knelt on top of the table facing each other. Two low wet moans echoed through the room and they kissed hard again this time with ropes and ropes of drooling dripping spit spilling from their mouth and shared a hard sloppy kiss. First, whipped cream was added to their juicy kisses, then the whipped cream. Then the bowl of blueberries was poured over two sloppy faces mixing with their gooey kisses. Finally. Turns out, Hunter went kind of crazy and broke the vase that my mom’s mom’s mom (great grandma for short) had with a baseball bat, so he got kicked out. Trust me, by this point, everyone was relieved. Hunter’s such a loser. At about 10:00 PM everyone had cleared out, besides my girlfriend, and we were all wondering when her mom would come and pick her up, but it turns out her mom would be a little bit late due to a fire in North Charleston (she is a firewoman) and she wouldn’t be here until.