Its the same him, the same shit, but Im different now. It feels dissonant, frightening. Like I thought I knew what I wanted, and it wore a leather jac...et and smelled like engine-oil and booze, and rode motorcycles with a devil-may-care attitude, and bent me over those motorcycles and fucked me with that same devil-may-care attitude. But now it all just seems a little… adolescent. Small. Ethan, me, all of it. So when he held on to my wrist with that shark-tooth grin, all fucking drunk and. I then set about my chores, as I had the previous Sunday. I removed thesheets from the bed, gathered the dirty towels, and all of her non-delicate clothes and started a load of laundry. I then began washingher delicates. I picked the first pair of panties off of the pile. Ibrought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of Grace was themost intoxicating aroma I'd ever experienced. She had a strong, almostrank, odor in her panty crotch. There was more than the hint of urine. There. My panty was wet and so was my saree in my private area. It was relaxing. It felt good for I had not been touched for more than 18 years since my husband died. I continued watching the movie and there was another short sex scene and I again fingered myself. This time inserted my finger into my pussy and did it.It was so satisfying and exhaustive. I slept on the couch itself. Next day I woke up and realized what has happened when I went to bath. I found my panty soaked with my juices. It did. TheProvince had a BirdPathologist examine the remains of all the crows, and he confirmed the problem was definitely NOT Avian Flu - to everyone's relief.However, by research of the crow carcass recovery areas, it was determined that 98% of the crows had been killed by impact with trucks, and oddly only about 2% were killed by car impacts.The Province then hired a OrnithologicalBehaviourist to determine the disproportionate percentages for truck versus car kills. TheOrnithologicalBehaviourist.