"I don't know if I want to anymore," he said. "The mood is kind of gone." What could get you back in the mood?" she asked. "What did Joyce do when you... weren't feeling in the mood?"Carl laughed. He couldn't think of any time a healthy male wasn't in the mood for sex. "Well Joyce used to give me a blowjob," he said quietly.Charlotte bit her lip and considered what he was asking. Just the thought of doing something like that revolted her, but if it would help to save her marriage she had to at. "Sorry about your stick Mark. Can I give you some money to replace it?" That's ok, Mike, the team provides all my equipment. Thanks anyway" he replied."Oh, ok. Thanks for the practice. See you guys next week maybe"I went back to my locker room and was getting changed when Frank came in with another older gentleman."Mike, this is Fred Benson, the coach of the University Men's Hockey team" Frank said."Mr. Benson, how are you?" I greeted him as we shook hands."Nice to meet you Mike" said Fred.. This was a wicked party, seriously thought Frank woud miss the pool from that tree branch or the fucking branch woud break ahhah''''ahhah yeah that guy is out of mind, last year he did a jump with his snowboard accross a fucking road and barely clear it''''ahah yeah i saw the vids''finishing the joint following him insidei was way more drunk than him it seems , when i got up i fell on the floor laugthing hardleaving me to go in the shower after helping me in the bathroomtelling me i woud feel. Neither one of these problems bothered Pa, simply because he was not interested in a mass produced weapon for the Army or for sale to the common people. No, Pa's rifle was a thing of beauty, and everyone was custom made and one of a kind. Maintenance was not a problem for Pa's rifles because they were made of the finest quality materials and finished to a fare-the-well. All you had to do was keep them oiled, and they would last a lifetime under constant use. Price was no problem, either: you.