No cake yet.I opened up the refrigerator. One thing about Dad being out of the house, he wasn't going to yell at me for keeping the door open and cool...ing the whole god damn house.There was a bowl of hard boiled eggs. No thanks.A chunk of sharp cheddar cheese, still in the wrapper. Oh, boy. Wes and I would sit down after school and go through that stuff like candy. Or watch TV and slice it real thin and have it on saltines. But I didn't need any cheese binding up my system.Grape juice. That. " Your butt does not seem big to me," I said."The flesh feels thick. Feel it," she said as she bent over the cycle and squeezed a handful of ass flesh. "Flip my dress up and see."The situation was getting funny. I did as told and flipped her dress. Then I almost choked. She had a white pair of string panties, which did not even cover all her ass crack. I froze there not knowing what to do."If my panties stand in your way, please, take them off," she called.They really stood in my way. The. " Tad had an edge to his voice which meant he coped with the situation but did not like it." But what about this seems to be gay thing?" They do not know, they have decided I am gay because I don't fit into their lifestyle. For your information I am pan sexual, I have no preference other than it must be an emotional attachment, which you will understand would not be forthcoming in the hotel bar tonight" Yes, emotional attachment probably doesn't even merit thought in the hotel bar. Actually. . man of the cloth. So, when he got his inheritance of some odd millions of dollars, he opened an architectural firm. He wasn't cut from that cloth either, but he hired people who were, and his some odd millions turned into bunches of millions.Mr. Thornbill's head was down, like he was reading something important. He looked up from the completely bare, polished surface of his desk, which comprised possibly a quarter of an acre. It was built of some exotic, heavy wood from the rain forests and.