It was Tony, the guy they had hired a few weeks ago. He had moved here from out on the East Coast, somewhere, and was one of the nicest people they ha.... Not bad looking, either. He had been in some office in the D.C. area, and got tired of the rat=race, and the politics, and had heard about how it was down here, and moved. No family was listed on his resume, so he was probably single.He had rented a truck to move her, he said. Found a place to too far away, an apartment, and was looking for. The next morning, John had to get himself off to work. He did manage to get Dawn up in time for her to send her c***dren to school. Dawn took a quick bath before picking out her clothing for the day. Her sexiest set of lingerie consisted of a pink lace low cut brassiere, a matching pair of pink lace panties cut high in the thigh, a pair of cinnamon colored thigh high stockings that John had bought in the vain hope that she would wear them for him in the privacy of their bedroom. A pair of high. I lay down my bow and waded to collect my beaver. I waded back to my blind and picked up my bow. Once I was back in my camp I skinned the beaver and began to work the pelt. I roasted the beaver and cut off chunks for the pups. The meat was a bit grainy but was sustaining.A week later I lay the tail on the ground and pulled a partially burned twig out of the fire pit. I used the charred end of the twig to trace the out line of my foot. The tail was just large enough to make two shoe bottoms. I. We pulled in and my man got out of the car then he raced around to let me out. We hugged and said our courtesy I love you and Im sorry chant. In comforting arms we walked to the door and he opened it for me, he is the most perfect gentleman. Then it hit us. Oh my word, the odor inside was breath taking consumed with such a strong stench of bleach. We looked at each other and agreed that at least we knew the place was clean so we entered. The waitress that met us at the door sat us in her.