Jessica, told me she was removing her personal items the rest of the week, I could move in Saturday morning, or anytime there after. She handed me the... keys, wishing me good luck.The following day after practice, Coach Reed asked to see me in his office. He offered me a seat as I walked in, closing the door behind me. He sat on the edge of his desk, he appeared to be a bit nervous.“Brian, all in all, I am extremely pleased at the progress you have made. I had no idea, you have been spending time. .. like that ... I think I'll feel a lot better." Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You want to give it a try tonight?" Desperately," he said, his voice breaking."I'm not going to discuss this," said Bob sternly. He'd had to pull over after her question, and he stayed parked, just in case she hit him with anything else."Okay," said Amanda, "but I thought you were all big on honesty and us talking about stuff." I am, but that has nothing to do with what Karen may or may not. "YES YES YES" she screamed and I blew my warm load into her. "Oh fuckyes," she said pushing her fingers into her slit. "Let's make sure we getevery last drop up in there."I woke up again the next morning even more exhausted than yesterday. Thatfuck session was great but I should have just gone to bed. I ran to thebathroom all parts of me aching and once again hugging my porcelainlover. "Boy. I'm not looking forward to that morning sickness babe," saidJess watching me as I threw up again. "It's. I listened to the whole album twice over before going to the website. I looked down the credits, read through the names of the musicians, the technicians, the production team. At the bottom, there was the dedication in bold lettering: For Barb, whose love has inspired this music – and so much more! There was a picture of Duane and Barb by the dedication. He was in cargo shorts, T-shirt, and Birkenstocks, she was in a skimpy yellow bikini, holding a surfboard. I bitchily thought they’d.