Normally, I would be the subject of the kids’ attention in the pool. I had often served as a diving platform in the past, but apparently they had been told to leave me alone because of my back which no longer hurt and my stabbing wound which was japanese on the mend. That didn’t stop Fred’s daughter Natalie from asking about being stabbed. I raised my shirt and showed her. Suddenly, all of the kids were around me asking a million questions. Their parents—my friends—tried to shoo them away, but I wouldn’t allow it. I showed them the wound and Scarlett explained what had happened and what they were seeing. I dropped the shirt once we were done. We stayed in the pool for more than two hours and the kids were thrilled when Paul Martin told them he’d be their diving platform. He easily lifted the kids to his horny shoulders, laughing as they dove or did cannonballs into the deep end. Of course, I had a diving board, but where’s the fun in that. I went upstairs to change my clothes as Scarlett and I had arranged earlier then I returned to start the grill again. Playing in the pool must make people hungry because they were lined up for everything I had. I cleaned the grill at 8:15 only because we had run out of things to cook. Every burger, hot dog, bratwurst and every ear of corn had been consumed. We still had a few devilled eggs, some barbeque beans, and some tits salads left. The kids had devoured every cupcake and I’d had more than my share of the fresh strawberry pies. Despite the day’s heat the temperature began to drop so most of the parents made sure the kids had a warm shower so they could change out of their swim suits into tees and shorts. Scarlett had gone upstairs to change when I led Natalie and Allison around the side of the house in the hopes of seeing one of the bats as they left for their nightly work. We were looking up when Natalie, known by all of us as Nellie, asked what all of the white stuff on the concrete was. “Well…that’s something from the bats.” I was debating how to diplomatically tell her that it was bat shit when I felt an arm around my waist and saw a hand on Nellie’s shoulder. “It’s bat poop, Nellie. Hardcore They’re not too careful about where they go, are they?” “Oh, that’s the stuff Daddy uses on our garden. He says that’s what makes the tomatoes taste so good.” I laughed and gave a big fist pump. God bless you, Nellie! “Say, Nellie…why are you called Nellie when your name is Natalie?” “That happened when Allison was fuck little, Aunt Scarlett. She couldn’t say ‘Natalie’ so she called me ‘Nellie’ instead and it stuck. I kind of like it. I always know if someone on the phone is a friend. If they call me Natalie I know they’re strangers; same when I’m online. Mommy and Daddy have told me to be very careful.” “You’re very lucky to have two parents who love you so much, Nellie. Oh…look! There’s a bat.” “There’s another one, Uncle Sean…and another. The next morning after breakfast Jack and the vet called horny Reg arrived and took her out tits to the barn where they had made a sty in one of the stalls, it had straw on the floor and a trough for the pigs there was three pigs all about the same size. Takes it off the tripod and hands it to Susan. She looked at me questioningly but she had a pretty good idea that something Hardcore may happen. I can help you, said Georgetta. "Oh, fuck Robert! Over the years the receptionist had hardened herself to her job. “Hold on. That’s ok though because sometimes we need sex for just sex. “Um, thank you miss Kate. I groaned at the sound of President Brooks's japanese reedy voice full of anger.