The door to the garage-like building rolled up, and the proud technicians rolled out the latest addition to Thule's rapidly expanding fleet of fightin... vehicles. Like the others, it was white, but gloss white, with gold piping and fancy gold letters that spelt out, "Thule Fire Department – Pumper #1"."It's a fire truck..." ventured Samantha, struggling to comprehend the situation."Yes," confirmed one of the technicians, rather needlessly in Samantha's opinion. "Its design is based on the. I hate cooking, but for her, I will move mountains to see her smile. But first, I get the cover off the hot tub and get a fresh batch of margaritas ready, then I start dinner.I've cleaned up but left my two-day-old five o'clock shadow on my face. Wendy seems to like it once in a while rough against her soft thighs.I'm nervously pacing back and forth waiting to hear her car pull into the driveway, (My truck is in the garage.), so, as her keys hit the lock, I'm opening the door. She's startled at. ”“You’re horrible,” I grumble.“Terrible,” he agrees, and commences putting the finishing touches on his ‘painting’.The myriad of sensations assailing my body are almost too much to bear; the cool rumbled sheets under my flushed and aching body, the fabric of the ties cutting into my wrists, the friction of his stubble against my skin, the press of his fingers into my hip and the gentle swirl of the sticky, warm chocolate mixed with the scrape of the licorice. All of my senses are in overdrive;. The lady wants to waituntil she's got a safe place to handle things further. Her story matchesthe neighbors by the way." Dave, you do what you need to. We'll handle things on this end." Ma'am, there's a motel just a little ways down this side road up here.you'll be safe there for a day or two until you figure out where youwant to go."He followed us to the motel and sat outside while Mommy got us a roomaround back. Then he sat outside the room while Mommy got the door openand got me and the.