"The only lazy one around here is you!" she thought, but of course she'd refrained from telling him that. "It wouldn't do any good anyway," she'd told...herself. "It would only start an argument, and nothing would change in the end."That Saturday was particularly hard on her. Not only was she tired from all of the extra work she had to do at the office, but she was still upset over the way David had treated her the night before.After Bonnie had finished loading the washing machine for the third. We settled in on the couch and she switched on the TV without any sound. I looked at her and smiled a smile that conveyed a "Why no sound?" question. She answered with, "I just like the pictures sometimes."She fired up the joint and passed it to me. I inhaled the smoke deeply and held it for as long as I could, exhaling with a satisfying rush from the smoke. "Whoa, that was a good hit." I said as I passed the joint back to her. I sipped my brandy as she took her turn. The alcohol warmed my. The only thing that stopped those legs, because obviously God meant for them to continue forever, was her pert jiggly, heart shaped ass. That ass simply defied physics, it could make the crappiest shorts or jeans look good. She had a slim waist despite having already borne a child. (So much for Kathy's excuses) Her breasts while not nearly in a class with Kathy's size wise; were still firm and because of her small frame seemed larger than they were. I've already talked about her eyes but her. ”Her heart rate kicking up, just imaging what he had in mind, she licked her lips and stared mesmerized at the heat in his eyes, wondering if she’d even survive spending another night with him, but she was sure willing to find out.Once they drove into the heart of the city to his apartment, she noticed his place was small, sparsely furnished, but tidy. As he ushered her inside, Deana felt a little embarrassed when she realized looking around that she could easily fit his apartment into hers.