That's when I thought about the the riding mower in parts on the floor of the hanger, the poor truck presumably all in pieces outside the shop. I had ...othing mechanical except Wilson Honda to get me around. I had to make some decisions but in the funk I was wallowing in, they would most likely be the wrong ones. Of course I had enough money so that if I lost some due to stupidity I could just consider it a stupid tax and move on. Some folks didn't have that luxury. I tried to live as if I. He gulped and poked at the generouspair of breasts that he now possessed, larger than Sheila'swere. Then he reached back and pulled a few strands ofgolden blonde hair into view. "Holy shit," Jerry exclaimed in Sheila's voice.However, before he could form another thought, it was cutoff by a scream. Everyone quickly looked to Sheila, who had been theone screaming, startled to see what looked like Jerrystanding there in her torn clothes. She was staring down at herself in horror, and at Jerry in. Now it was here and once he had gone on this first triburo, he no longer had to serve as a cautor and would spend his days in training learning the wily ways of the proeliator. He could also start to consider a wife. He wouldn’t be allowed to marry until the next aula, and then only if he went through monstro and won his medius of the legio proeliatorum, that designated him a worthy warrior of the tribe, a full-fledged proeliator with all the rights and privileges accorded that title, and an. I texted him and send him a picture of me naked rubbing myself in the public restroom. Before I could get fully dressed, he messaged me back. I was shocked at how quickly he responded. There wasn't an emoji response or a that's nice....there was a command.Write my name just below your bellybutton and send me a picture.I was so electrified, I ran to my desk. Got a sharpie and went back to the bathroom. I wrote his name and sent the picture. He immediately responded with 'good boi'. I finished up.