I don’t know how many times I came that night. I don’t know when I finally lost my strength and collapsed on the white fur rug, curled up between ...Delia and Cindee. But I do know that when I awoke, the sun was up and I was the only one stirring. Quite on a whim, I decided to make a quick getaway. I was still trying to process what had happened to me the previous night, and for some reason I was embarrassed. My pussy throbbed with all the exercise it had gotten last night. My knees were weak and. That is, until I came home.Exhausted now, all I wanted to do was crash and get some sleep. However, that wasn't going to be the case, because when I opened the door, mom was on the phone with my dad and was in the middle of a very heated conversation. I had no clue at the time what it was about, but mom quickly called me over and had me speak with him.Excited to hear his voice since it had been months since we last spoke, I happily said, "Hi, Dad." Hi, son. How's things?" They're okay. You. " Wow, that's a clever idea Mr Jim." Righto kids, let's see a bit of muscle. If we get some of them poles under the first pontoon we can roll it over to the beach, then we can do the same with the second one."With the poles under the pontoon it slipped more than rolled but they managed to get it over to the beach. While they were pushing and pulling Alex turned up."Jeeze, they're keen aren't they?" It's called the enthusiasm of youth Alex. I reckon that's all they have been thinking of since. ”“Did anything interesting happen on Friday?”“No. Just another boring day at NIKA!”“Boring is often good! Did the computer store call about my new Mac?”“No. Should they have?”“Friday was the earliest day they could have had it. It’s not critical, obviously.”Monday turned out to be just as Elyse had described it, another ‘boring’ day at NIKA. And that was good.March 9, 1993, Chicago, IllinoisTuesday was NOT a boring day. I met Eduardo for lunch at noon, having last seen him nearly ten years.