'It's his right arm ... well, hand ... but that's the left sleeve ... his left arm is through the neck hole ... poor baby.' Wendy thought.'Men!' Kim e...xclaimed. 'Can't even dress themselves.''Wow, he's really stuck ... wanna pants him?' asked Rache, maliciously.'We should get his hand and head out of that sleeve, ' Wendy suggested. 'He's turning blue. I don't think he can breathe.'I finally got my hand free of the sleeve and fumbled around with the pants pockets until I found my stiletto, pushed. Sister Mary Angela thought he looked familiar. Very familiar. She realized that she went to high school with him. Of course, it was all coming back to her now. It was little Bobby Smith. He used to hit on her constantly and one time she got so fed up with it she screamed at him and called him a pathetic little looser in front of her history class. She made him cry and run away. She felt absolutely horrible about it for years afterwards. So he became a priest? Good for him she thought. After. "Whoa, dude. What are you doing with all that?" Oh, wimp boy out there is bitching about how drained he is from his workout session and begged me to make him one of my post workout recovery smoothies. It tastes like shit. But they always bring my energy back to one hundred per cent in about an hour and I think they actually prolong my pump. Anyway, he said the two of you weren't done yet and wants to be ready right after we eat."Lance was throwing all kinds of stuff in the blender along with. I got there Friday night and he could tell straight away that I’d been crying on the way over. He didn’t say anything, he just pulled me to him and cuddled me, you know, one of those cuddles where you can smell all his lovely daddy smells, you feel right back at home and as safe as houses.He took me by the hand and led me over to the settee, sat me down and went out to the kitchen.When he came back in, he had two huge tumblers of wine and he wished me all the love that he had and hoped that I.