"I want to see how the skirt flows."Sybil dropped onto the sofa first and patted it where he was to sitbeside her."Hold the seat of the skirt with bot...h hands, Mr Flowers," saidGeraldine. "I don't want it creased or folded. Spread it to the sidesfrom underneath. Good boy."The young man perched on the edge, while Sybil spread his pleats acrossher own legs. The result was an even taller point in front of his belt,insulting the ladies in their own home."I'm so sorry... Oh please forgive me. I.... I don’t wanna get too into it, but like, Cliffnotes version…”I smiled. Of course she knew CliffsNotes.“...I was super close to getting with a new guy. We, like, hit it off really well, had a lot to talk about, and holy shit, he looked good. Like, I’m serious. Like, the genetics in his whole fucking family is like… out there, you know? Anyway, so like, we start talking and I think, ‘oh my God, I got a chance with this guy,’ and then he just has to go and ruin it.”“Ruin it? How so?” I asked,. Her fingers made rapid circles on the lightly oiled skin, moving inwards to the nipples, pulling them out, rolling them between her fingers, releasing them, circling outwards again. Soon, one hand moved down her stomach, circling, brushing through her short, curly pubic hair, sliding in between her lips. In the darkened room, tied on the bed as he was, Michael could not really see her hand, but he could tell by the motion of her body that she was moving it faster, sliding it down between the. "It's candy!" I said. "What does it matter? If it's sweet, kids will eatit." Nick, don't be a cheap ass. Buy Snickers. Buy Butterfingers. Buy Reese's.Don't buy hard candy." I bought Snickers," I said."Good." She went back to her TV program.By now, Halloween was on her mind, however. The questions kept coming.Suddenly, my wife was Alex Trebek."So what did you decide to wear to the party?" she said."I haven't," I said. "Maybe the Lone Ranger. What do you think?" The Lone Ranger? What? Is this.