They just reverse and drove off when all of a sudden my phone rang. The caller didnt have a name in my contacts. Troubles coming your way right now, t...he caller says to me. I look around confuse and everyone senses my worry and scoots closer to me, I put the phone on speaker and reply back, What? Its Nicole, troubles fucking coming. How? Jay asks. Fucking twins and Chad and some idiots coming your way, Nicole replies back. I can hear beeping her car on the phone now. Hows that trouble? Our dads. Even that was a great look! Marci looked at me. “Well, I guess we’re going to clean up a little and head for home ourselves. Come here, boss, and give me a hug before you go, and I’ll see you at work on Monday – be sure you wear those pants!” I laughed. “Yeah, fat chance of that!” We hugged, and I was extremely aware of her nudity, and the warmth and softness of her body, and especially of her sex appeal and the ripe scent of sex and arousal emanating from her skin. It’s like I said; the woman. “Mark, you are straight but not a fanatic about it. That’s good, because most men who are fanatics about it are actually very conflicted. They have natural curiosity but suppress it so brutally that they are even able to pass polygraph exams about their desires. In all honesty, we consider fifteen to twenty-five the healthiest range for straight men. “The probability that you have already done some experimenting with another male is high. In fact, it is very high.” I looked at my lap while. Hunt to ravage the decency of the court system with these obscene sexual descriptions?"Mr. Smarty Pants lawyer realized he'd gone too far. "No, no, your Honor. But I think perhaps one illustration is in order."The judge thought. "Perhaps. But I'm reserving final judgment on whether to allow it in the record, and on whether to allow it at all, depending on Mr. Hunt's demeanor. Is that understood by everyone?" The judge glared at me. I nodded.The attorney turned to me. "Mr. Hunt. Please tell us.