“Is that why you asked me here?” she replied as she pulled out a long white cigarette and placed it to her lips. “To talk?” she added, then st...ruck a match and lit up. She inhaled then exhaled slow and seductively, watching the young stud in front her stare as he shifted to adjust his no doubt increasingly throbbing dick. She slowly strolled over to the couch; locking eyes with him as she pensively drew in from her cigarette then pursed her lips and exhaled through her red sexy lips. “All I have. Sheila had come to me. Let her explain why.Sheila glanced at the drink in my hand and then at the half-full bottle behind me. Smartly, she didn't comment on it, but instead chose another topic."Todd said I would probably find you here." Sheila took a deep breath and I could see her gathering herself. "Nat, what happened last night?"I snorted as I dropped back into the leather chair that had been housing my frame all night."I believe it's called an orgasm, Sheila. It looked like it was a damn. “He’s got one, too!”Bobo looked at Corec’s forehead with raised eyebrows.Corec tapped his right arm. “They showed up a few days ago. Some sort of magic, but we don’t know what caused it. We’re going to ask the elves, to see if they have any ideas.”“Fascinating,” Bobo said. “You must let me study them. Perhaps I can help!”Katrin gave him a sour look.Corec shrugged. “When we stop for the night, I can show you mine. It looks the same as hers; just the location is different.”Bobo nodded. “And they. Then Earl asked them if could give the kids some pointers. Theyall said yes to his request.Earl's love for the game was shown by how he took his time showing goodbowling technique to Luke and his friends. His enthusiasm for them havinga good time made the lessons he was giving fun. Earl just wanted thesekids to have a good time so maybe they would come back and bowl moreoften. The game needed an influx of youth. Last year Trafford Lanes hadonly one youth bowling league and if the numbers.