Why don't you hop in bed and we'll see what pops up?" I'm disappointed that you're just now finding out.
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"Yuppers, that's me, a serial dot-to-dot sex maniac. I'm starting to think you're some kind of pervert." She didn't appear to be as impressed as I was about the dot-to-dot suggestion. Wouldn't it be fun to play dot to dot over every square inch of your freckle-covered naked body?" "Patty, do you realize if you ever went naked outside all those freckles would show up all over. Well, you did only a hundred times in the past hour." "Did anyone ever tell you how good looking you are with no clothes on?"
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You paid fourteen dollars for the night, and the damn TV doesn't even work." I mean, don't you ever get tired? I swear you gotta be the horniest guy in the entire state of Arizona. "Are you serious? What are we going to do in this dinky little fleabag of a room? We've already done it three times. "Let's wait a little bit, then we'll go to Bob's Big Boy and have a burger." She was in her sophomore year at Arizona State with hopes of becoming a schoolteacher. Patty Gainer and I had been a couple since our senior year in high school. Like I said sir, this guy has to go right now." We need to get him on a chopper as soon as possible!" He'll be lucky to make it another ten minutes. "This guy needs to get the fuck on a chopper. My father got up and patted her shoulder, reassuring her that everything was going to be fine. "Let's not talk about that," said my mother as she stood at the stove facing away from us. I fly to San Francisco, hookup with my unit, and then tomorrow night we head out to Guam. "Son, what time did you say you had to leave tomorrow morning?" asked my father. A great unbearable sorrow will fall upon the family." Everyone knows if an owl starts hoot'n that's a sure fire sign that someone in your family has died. It's a sign that great pain will fall upon you. "I'll tell ya another thing you never want to hear is a hoot owl, Jack." Guess what? We're having a party for you tonight with all your aunts, uncles, and cousins." "Dropping a fork is a sign that good company is coming. "Son, It's not hocus pocus, and you'd do well to take heed," answered my mother. My dad kicked my leg under the table and gave me a "don't go there" look. "Mom, where do you get all that hocus pocus stuff?" Dropping a fork means that there is company coming, and that's a good omen." "Well, I guess not," I answered as my elbow accidently knocked a fork off the table. Besides you don't think we're going to let you go off without a little get-together," said my father. "Son, I don't have to do anything but pay income taxes and die.
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