“Well, one of the things is sticking your nose in where it don’t belong,” one of the patrons suggested.I knew I had the .22mag revolver and the ...ollapsible baton in my cargo pants pockets. The most dangerous thing in my arsenal was not a thing at all. It was a her. She was what had been a skinny blond with a big ass just a few months ago, but who was now a kick ass MMA fighter.Janet looked at the bartender smiled and asked, “Are all your customer such Red Neck dumb asses?”“I’m staying out of. " So you can get me your draft on Sunday afternoon." But, I have plans this weekend." Reschedule them. This is important. You can call my cell phone whenyou're done." And excused me from his office."Have a nice weekend..." I said quietly, as he slammed his door.At my desk, I started to cry... I turned my phone again, and after a fewseconds got half a dozen messages from Matt. Most were jokes about thegood time they were having.I texted him back, "It sounds like your drive is going well." Yes,. Whenever Carol was in her backyard, Jake played the role of a voyeur. One of the wooden slats of the privacy fence that ran along the two house's property line had a semicircular hole in it where a knot in the wood had fallen out. With the side door of Jake's garage ajar, he could admire Carol's body whenever she was in the line of sight provided by the imperfect slat of the fence.Jake fantasized lewd and lascivious scenarios that ended with him fucking Miss Ducharme while stroking his cock. He. I told my parents about it and was ready to go. I packed my bags, booked a train ticket, and was set for the journey.As soon I reached Goa, I booked a cab and went to my uncle’s place to surprise them. I reached their penthouse. As I rang the doorbell, both uncle and aunty were surprised to see me. They welcome me in and were genuinely happy to see me. They showed me my room.As I freshened up, after my long journey, my aunt prepared breakfast. We all sat for breakfast at the table and talked.