When I told them you were dating my daughter, they both acted surprised. It seems they thought you were a rump ranger. I told them that as far as I kn...w, they were only half right. That did stop them in their tracks, but they didn't ask what I meant." I accept your apology. I've seen how some people who sound like me treat Martians. From what your friends said, I better be more careful at work. My immediate supervisor made it clear more than once that she despises rump rangers and muff. I was walking upon the beach near my home when I noticed some exposed carved stone that I had never noticed before, and apparently was unearthed during the last storm. When I investigated further, I found it to be the tomb of King Haros of Knossos, King of Crete in the mid 8th century B.C.E. The inscriptions were tough for me to read, but I managed. I immediately rushed home, and grabbed my camera, a flashlight, and a strong steel bar we had lying around in our front yard. I took several. It started all very innocent enough. Michael had just bought a new truck and like all new cars, it was in the shop. He had asked all of the other students if any of them lived out near the New Line RV and Trailer Park, but everyone else lived on campus or in the other direction. The only one who lived even remotely close to where Michael lived was Silky. So he had asked if she would give him a ride for the next few days and she, not wanting to offend "The Boss" said she'd be delighted. Thus it. I was again lost for words as my phone buzzed a third time. ‘Gone a bit shy have we? Then I’ll assume that’s a yes. We can see how you cope with spending the evening wearing my white silk knickers. Don’t be late xx’ She had also attached a picture of them, laid out on my side of the bed.The rest of the day I spent sitting uncomfortably at my desk, my mind racing and cock already aching at the thought of her suggestion. I suspect she knew that. Evening soon came and I headed home. “Hello.