Since it would take twenty-five minutes for the biscuits to cook, I decided to take a quick shower while breakfast was being taken care of. Soap and water, plus a light coating of healing lotion made my sore d**k feel better.
As we ate, Amanda told me she was planning to make the short drive to the insurance office, "I'll probably drive it two or three times so I can get familiar with the neighborhood, and maybe see if I can find an alternate route, in case I need one. How about you, Pops? What does Saturday hold for you?"
Again, my mind went directly to s*x with my granddaughter. "I think I'll make a grocery run and maybe stop by the library. There's this cute little librarian there..."
"Yeah, right, ol' man. You got me here to cook and clean for you; you don't need any stinking' libra
