I had yet to plan out what to do with the loft.As the winter progressed the disorganization about drove me to distraction. I swore that I was going to...have a root cellar dug come hell or high water. I built several sets of shelves out of welded angle-iron and topped them with slab lumber in an attempt to get a hand on my inventory, but Murphy had already settled in for the winter. It helped some, though.I parted together a table and chair to eat and read at, as that little trailer was pretty. There I was, arm extended, touching the fan and this beauty climbs on the bed and presses herself against my back, running her hand up my arm, then moving my hand around on the fan housing. Sort of stumbling, she put her other arm around me, letting her hand fall on my now hardening cock. Shaking with excitement, I told her I still did not hear it, but, in a Freudian slip, said I felt plenty. Jo told me sometimes it took a few minutes to start the vibrations as her hands moved on my chest and. ’ ‘And yet you do nothing.’ ‘I’ve done everything!’ Ebbe shouted and then coughed, spitting out a muddy glob. ‘I thirst too, and my daughter’s fire burns tonight just like everyone else’s.’ ‘Tomorrow we will leave to find the one with magic, the ghost doctor. We will walk and we will find him.’ ‘But you will die walking out there,’ he said pointing to the last of the orange glow of the day. ‘And like the darkness, death will cover you all, first the dust and then…’ ‘And here?’ ‘Here it will. It was only when I tried to kiss her that she announced that she was no longer interested in sex or any kind of physical relationship. Well, I’d been there, done that. after a while, I cancelled my membership and deleted my profile. I wasn’t getting anywhere and the constant rejection was eating into my confidence and well being.My evenings and sometimes mornings spent with my right hand were, on the other hand, most enjoyable. There was always a new Lush story or message to get my imagination.