I can't trust Grumm with this business; his loyalties are mixed, and he'll try to warn her to avoid a confrontation."'Her', of course, was the Count's... stepmother, Irmgard. Count Reinhardt's mother had died giving birth to him, and the old Count had married Irmgard three years later. She had given Reinhardt's father three more sons and a daughter, and Irmgard felt that her eldest, Albert, should be the Count of Merseburg. She was obviously meeting with the Duke Ernst of Saxony-Torgau, to align. "I haven't shaved in like 4 days! And I lost a little weighttoo!" Tim was excited but his doctor's face blanched. "Um. Have younoticed anything else at all?" "Nah. Not really. Oh yeah - my pants aretoo long so I must be shrinking!" he guffawed, not recognizing hisdoctor's grave expression. "Tim, what did you weigh this morning?" Hethought for a moment and said, "Um...165" "Tim - you've been 175 or 176every time I've ever seen you. Come here for a minute." She took hishand and dragged him out. The moisture in the air was dampening her hair and causing her night slip to cling to her body.The soft dirt felt nice under her feet; her toes squished against the soil getting caught in between each toe. With every step, she pressed a little harder down enjoying feeling so close with the earth.Her damp hair was getting hot against her neck, she lifted her hands to her neck to gently lift her sticky hair off her body but her now filthy hands smeared dirt against her shoulders and neck.Usually,. I say 'you're comming to my place and i'll take you to a bus or kissing hard and recklessly. i feel my sweater comming up and stop only long enough to let it come over my head. then we kiss more. when we stop for air so i can unbutton your shirt, you see my nipples for the first time. ' my god jen, they're as big as golfballs!!! ' i hear you say 'just for you now, baby, just for you.'train station sunday night. END OF STORY!' you reply by saying 'ok, danny shuts up now.' and we both laugh.as we.