“You know, I haven’t seen you naked in a month.”“Yes, you have,” she scoffed. “Don’t be dramatic.” She batted his hand away as he reac...ed inside for a grope. “I need to get finished. Get out of here, please.”He placed the plate on the sink and smacked the shower curtain, making her jump and squeak. The shower curtain was cold and clingy and gross feeling. “Get out of here!” she squealed, laughing, batting it from the inside. She expected him the pull the curtain aside and step in. Instead, he. One terrible idea pressed upon her mind, --that some one existed in the world who had attempted to assassinate her, and who was about to endeavor to do so again. Supposing this person, wearied at the inefficacy of the poison, should, as Monte Cristo intimated, have recourse to steel!--What if the count should have no time to run to her rescue!--What if her last moments were approaching, and she should never again see Morrel! When this terrible chain of ideas presented itself, Valentine was. “Well seeing as you’re already here, I could use the company. I hope you’ve got patience though as I’m going to moan the entire day.”If anyone were to witness you talking to a squirrel, they would think that you’d lost the plot. Fortunately for you however, there isn’t anyone around and you continue onward towards your private little getaway along with your new companion.You’re quite enjoying the company of your new found friend even if all this is a little unusual and it’s been fun to take. My wife looked hot in a short skirt, stockings and lacy top. He just needed to arrive.He showed up and I made the introductions. My plan was at least being attempted! We chatted and he even had her laughing at times. He would often make cheesy comments like "your wife is so hot and attractive", "best legs I have seen ever" and "I'm the luckiest guy" blah blah blah.I kept whispering to her that he found her attractive but she just seemed to keep to herself.Every time I noticed this guy, he was.