Still laughing Mrs. Rodriquez said, “You want you reward, yes?”Before I could say it wasn’t necessary, she dropped to her knees between my legs ...and began fumbling with my zipper. Yes, I was stunned. I had never even considered the possibility of---well never mind it was happening.I had a middle-aged woman fumbling with my fly and then fishing out my erection---and how does one’s dick know what’s happening before you do? I’ve never figured that one out.But out it came---all seven and a half. "Well, maybe you should come here with us more often so that you could memorize the menu like we have," returned Estelle playfully."Anyway, we invited you because we wanted to talk to you," interjected Amelia in a voice that sounded just a little too professional to be taken seriously."Oh?" inquired Sophia."We have a couple of confessions to make," Amelia glanced over at Estelle before continuing on, "Remember that e-mail that was accidentally sent to you? Well, that was accidentally on. Things changed around our one year anniversary when her mom walked in on us having sex. Stacy turned around and just said she wanted to talk to us when we were done, which was about 30 seconds after she left the room. We both got dressed and her mom was sitting on the couch, me sat across from her in shame. She started to tell us about how we needed to be safe if we were having sex and told us we needed to think about the choices we were making. Finally after like an hour she sent Ashley up. FUNNY and true!GOD:Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are.