" "What's this gladder, is that the past tense of glad?" Betty laughed, "sometimes I don't understand American slang." "What's this gladder, is that the past tense of glad?" Betty laughed, "sometimes I don't understand American slang." "What part of Polly are you interested in seeing, Bull?" Lisa giggled at him. Polly squirmed again on Bull's lap, "Yes Bull, what parts are most interesting?" She moved her shoulders, quivers running over her full breasts, the voluptuous ebony haired lady smiled up at Bull. "Tell her the truth, Bull!" George's deep voice laughed, "don't bull shit her." "Give me another shot of that brandy, and I'll tell everyone." Lisa moved to lean over and grab the bottle, pouring a healthy glass for Bull, quizzing the rest, "Anybody else?" "Here, if you please," Betty moved her glass out, and was replenished, along with Harry. Polly drew her glass up, raised herself from Bull's lap and drained her brandy glass, "I'll take another since we all seem to be intent on getting drunk tonight. |