..”She grunted and sat on the beam log, pulling out a pouch of weed. I watched as she unhurriedly rolled a joint and lit it up.“How did you cut yo...rself?” she asked.Does she really care?“It was a piece of broken glass. It got me pretty good, but it was an accident, that’s all.”“Oh ... Mine wasn’t glass. And it wasn’t an accident.” She exhaled a large cloud of smoke and stared at me. Then she held out the joint.I waved my hand dismissively. “No, I can’t do—”“Smoke,” she commanded. “You need. Sara had told Jenna about it as well and originally she concurred with Prue's diagnosis about Sara's pre-hospital jitters and the quality of the cuisine there, but that theory had been blown out of the water, as Sara had been midnight mall strolling again, at least half a dozen times over the last few weeks. Sadly for Sara she seemed to be stuck in a dream loop as she woke up each time the little shopkeeper started to speak. Jenna and Prue sifted through the details of Sara's dream, looking. The blonde wiggled her well rounded bottom off the stage and Avril gave me a little kiss on the cheek and went to get ready for her next dance. I could guess that what Avril had in mind back at my office certainly didn’t involve paperwork! The next routine was a brunette stripping from a schoolgirl outfit of tight white blouse, flouncy grey pleated miniskirt high up her thighs, white knee socks and white cotton knickers just like my daughter used to wear to school. But all through her raunchy. These married women are all into pussy they just don't admit it. So I texted my wife and said I was leaving for an over night meeting but my electrician would be there when she got home and my wife texted me back no worries. Well about six o'clock my wife pulled up and I jumped into the master closet and hid behind one of my clothes racks in case she opened the closet. Jean called out and told her that she was in the master bedroom looking at some wires and my wife came in and introduced.