Am I late for a checkup?” I sat up straight. There’s nothing to get your attention like having your doctor call out of the blue and say, ‘We nee...d to talk.’ It was a slow news day and I couldn’t figure out why Doc Simpson would call me.“We’ve had some interesting developments over at the hospital. You’re the only person I know with an eye for real news. It has to do with dropping birthrates. I think we’re onto something. Could you stop by the hospital and meet with a couple of other doctors and. "Roxy started laughing. "I got my money from spreading my legs the same way. If we bought the diner, we could say this is the business that twat built. That struck me really funny and it was infectious, keeping us in stitches for several minutes. "Seriously, I have almost $17,000. Put together it probably isn't enough to buy the diner, but we will never know unless we ask. Let's go back and have dinner tonight and see what it is like with more customers in attendance."The diner was almost too. At home, Adam spent the weekend determining the most opportune moment to skip class and run to the bridge without wasting too much time. Comparing the two schedules, he determined skipping History class on Fridays would be the best option.“It's gonna take some time... but it's worth it,” he said to himself with a pleased grin. He bit his lip, leaning back in his chair, thinking back to when he put his face on Meg's chair. Slowly, he started to stroke himself with his eyes closed, thinking back. "I want to suck your thing. I'm begging you to let me do it, please." she paused. Then thinking for a moment, she began again, "I want that big dick of your's down my, um, my throat. Please put it down my throat." She said hesitantly.Well this is more like it, I thought, as I allowed her to continue for another five minutes. After making her beg me for that long, she really sounded like she wanted to suck my cock, if for no other reason than to be allowed to stop her begging. That would work.