Marks smiled and looked smug, like he had won on all of his bangtail wagers. His voice was as gravelly as ever as he said, "Thank you for stopping by.... It was good to see you, especially for the last time. It's been fun especially the whippings and the fire, but you have to blow now. My colleagues will escort you out."I noticed that the punks were both blackies. I wondered if they knew who they were working for. I said," Hey guys, can't we talk about ... I was interrupted by a particularly. ." I put them in the laundry." You washed them?" Yes." Dried in the dryer?" Yes." Shit and fall back in it! They were dry-clean only." I found that out ... after. They look funny." Oh God!"It is unknown how she did it ... women are always late ... it's in the manual, page 193; paragraph two: 'Be late.' Women have been studying the manual since conception. Men do not get a copy."David?" she asked at his door. "I'm ready." I'm not." You're not?" No." Why not?"Junior stepped around the. Her fingers moved to the button of his jeans, popping it open with practiced ease. She both heard and felt the sharp intake of breath as her fingers slipped inside his jeans.He stiffened, his fingers gripping her tighter, not daring to let go of her as she slowly stroked her fingers over the bulge in his boxer shorts.“Fuckkkkkk,” he hissed into her mouth as her fingers slipped down inside the elasticated waist of his boxers. She felt the soft curls of his pubic hair and the throbbing tip of his. However, I do have a secret that you will believe." What's that?" Rachel asked, sniffing."Jeff and I made a bet when all this started, and that bet effects you," I told her."What bet?" she asked."He thought that when you went away to college, you would be done with him, that your little experiment would be over," I explained. "I know you, though, and I felt it was naive of him to think that, so I made him the bet. I bet him that when he went off to college, you would be there at the same.