" But Elwyn was gone.The afternoon crawled by for Richie, he was desperately thirsty and histummy was rumbling incessantly, on top of that he was bore...d andfrustrated. He had tried to open the door and the windows and struggledwith the wardrobes once again but it was all to no avail. He had boutsof crying, sorry for himself, frustrated, annoyed at his own stupidityand yet he had bouts of intense arousal too. As the afternoon wore on hefelt that arousal growing and growing, he felt himself. “Tell me, Bro. I wanna hear it. It’ll make you feel better to get it off your chest,” Amber persisted soothingly, encouraging me with another kiss and a squeeze.“Fine,” I agreed reluctantly, giving another heavy sigh.I spent the next few minutes detailing my dream for Amber as she listened both attentively and sympathetically. She was correct; it felt better getting it off my chest. I realized that it wasn’t the dream that was bothering me the most, but the almost crippling anxiety that I felt. .. you'll fuck him?" Is that so bad?" whined Melinda. "I know what's good for him." Obviously you think you know what's good for him." said Buffy. "But you just as obviously don't know what's good for YOU." What are you talking about?" sneered Melinda."Well, lets see ... has he offered to quit school and go to work for your father?" No. Not yet." Melinda's eyes looked a little haunted."OK ... and ... um ... has he talked about setting a date to marry you so you can whisk him off to Missouri?". About a week later, though my watch claimed it had only been about 25 minutes, they returned to the lot. I watched as the examiner started tallying up Sandy's score, while she watched anxiously. Finally I saw him speak to Sandy. The air was suddenly filled with an earsplitting squeal of joy which should have, but somehow didn't, shatter every pane of glass for three miles. Sandy Actually bounced up the steps to where I stood waiting."I passed, I passed, I PASSED!!!!" She squealed."Are you sure?.