" The landlord insisted. With a comically tone-deaf "ding" the elevator opened. We packed inside, and pressed the first floor button. The doors closed... and things got really tight. He was pressed between us, facing my wife. He was actually glistening. People don’t glisten, do they? I was only an inch away from his neck. I wasn’t sure if it was his bodily odour or something he used, but it smelled delicious and I wanted to lick his neck. The improper thoughts I was having, combined with my wife. He had hoped to get to hug a few when he got off the plane.It was on the ninety mile ride from the airport to Anniston, during a long talk with his father, that he found out just how potent the last of the Thackery seed was.His father had, at first, bought the story from Nancy that his vasectomy must have undone itself. He laughed as he described himself strutting around at the plant, while all the other men kidded him about being SO potent that not even a doctor could do anything about it.But,. The drivergot out and approached Chris."Looks like you could use some help." Croaked the driver.Chris gave him a quick look. He was old and grizzled. He was unshaved and hadabout 3 days growth on his deeply tanned and wrinkled face. His coverallslooked as old and beat up as his truck. Chris figured was probably some sortof desert loner who cruised the highway for breakdowns. "Well beggars can'tbe choosers." Though Chris. "Yes we blew out the front tire and ran off theroad," said Chris, trying. After masturbation, she sometimes felt a bit lonely and let down, and that was true now. She looked around the utilitarian, brightly-lit room and she had the urge to leave as soon as possible. Being a conscientious person, she first took out some tissues and cleaned up the fluid on the floor.She wished she could take off the rest of the afternoon and not have to see Paul and Judy in their office. But she was too busy to just knock off, so in a few minutes, she was back at her desk.It was indeed.