Barbara was fourteen going on fifteen and looked a lot like her mother with nice hair, a pretty face, and small breasts.Anyway that Saturday I made su...e that the hard cover was locked over my Jacuzzi to keep the girls out. I made sure that my camera was ready to capture them that night and then I went to bed. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to Sunday with Barbara’s mother.In the morning I got dressed, ate breakfast, and then I got my camera from the porch. I had made that. I told myself to give you some space after the accident, give you time to pull out of this funk on your own, but you just seem to be sinking deeper into it."I was not in the mood to have this conversation. "I'm fine," I curtly said, as I scooped my plate and glass up and carried them to the kitchen counter."What are you doing?" Mom evenly asked."If I'm not hungry, why waste my time eating? I have plenty of homework." Don't walk away from me, Son."I could hear the mixture of pleading and. It is also multi-purpose since it kept my drink safe. See?"Damn it, this notorious delinquent must have read Karl May and yes, he did have a hip flask wrapped in it that he stowed lovingly in one of the large inner pockets of his parka.We were ready and quite a merry bunch, walking along the streamlet with Alfred checking out his favourite fishing spots once more while Lexa seemed to enjoy this infrequent pastime the most. Her face glowed from the fresh air, her eyes sparkled."Bert, I will not. ”He took my acceptance of his drink as an invitation, and he soon left his stool and came over to me. “Hello,” he said.“Hello, Mr. Clean. Thanks for the drink. I’m Serena visiting from San Diego.”He laughed. “I get the Mr. Clean thing a lot. My name is Harvey, in town on business from Chicago. Looks like we’re both far from home. May I join you?”The stool next to mine was empty, and I replied, “Please do.” Then I asked, “Do you get annoyed with people equating you with Mr. Clean?”“Nah, I’m used.
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