“Man, that sucks!” Jason said, reluctantly letting himself go as he sat down at the desk.
“Tell me about it! At least you’re only here till I recover, not the full 5 hours. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a brief shower and see what’s cooking in the kitchen,” Frank said, licking his lips, thinking about all those jars of spunk being filled in preparation for the dinner rush as he turned and left.
The next one will be a while, but it’ll have some old favorites in it. Thanks to everyone who wrote in with their feedback and commentary. You make it all worthwhile.