He led me to a room with some arm chairs and a table. I guessed it was the sort of living room, but it was untidy. He turned and faced me.“Carl have... you been reading my railway magazines before you deliver them?”It was not what I had expected and I didn’t know how he could tell, but he did seem to know I had.“I have like just skipped through them now and then Mr Rogers”“My magazines have been looked at by somebody every time I get hem. I can tell by the binding. Have you been reading them”“Yes. When I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to see my mom and brother already sitting at the table. Chris was two years older than me and he too was home visiting our parents over the weekend. Since he had a job on the east coast and I was studying in L.A., this was one of those rare occasions when we were both home at the same time.It didn't take me long to realise that something was wrong. I could see that my mom had been crying, and Chris was holding her hand as if he was trying to comfort. I’d have asked you to join me, but I figured you might want to have some time alone with your new best friends.”Tiffany jumped up to start hugging, kissing and thanking me for both new toys.You can’t laugh at her for keeping her legs together to keep the vibrator inside her or when she reaches down to work it a bit while kissing you.I got me a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt so I could get a shower. While I was in the shower, Karen’s mom knocked and asked if she could come into the. So she's much more than an Ass Manager, she's The Ass Manager.” “And her job description includes: 'Pro-actively models store inventory during work shifts?'" I asked. "And 'as on demand by customers',” Tory joked. “So you wanna swap dares?” “Not a bad idea, one of Annette’s for Giselle’s?” I considered. “Yeah, that’s fair for her dare!” Giselle shot me a look of interest, then beckoned me over, I complied. “Okay, I guess now you are the Ass Manager,” she said. “Tell me what you want.” "Do.