“Shit!” I cursed, angry at myself for being so careless. With no way of calling for help and being new in the area, I decided to visit my neighbor... for any help they could render.When I arrived at their front porch, I noticed there was no doorbell, at least none that I could see so I rapped my knuckles on the door. There was no answer, and my knuckles were becoming sore, so I decided to go round to the side of the house, perhaps if I could shout hello through the kitchen window someone might. I must say that I burn a lot of energy with you and right now I could eat a horse!”We showered, dressed and had breakfast then returned to our room. Sethy changed into her tennis outfit – a white V neck top with red and blue piping around the V neck and sleeves and a short pink skirt that barely covered her shapely ass. She looked fantastic.As she was bending down to tie her tennis shoes, I moved behind her, lifted up her short skirt and playfully bit her on both ass cheeks.“Ow! Rod Bronco, you. Her frazzled curly brown hair lay in drenched strands over her cheeks. She was breathing heavily from her impromptu run to the inn which left her mouth slightly parted and her cheeks flushed. Grappling with her tote, she didn’t notice the figure behind the counter staring at her with undisguised lust. Fabian watched unblinkingly at the whirlwind that had just entered his inn. Within a few seconds, she had her hair brushed away from her dark eyes, baggage parked in a corner and her wallet in her. I walk over to the bed and sit facing the doorway. Over and over, I run scenarios through my head, mentally disciplining myself for what is to come.A faint knock at the door brings me back to reality. The sudden rush of adrenaline brings a smile to my face. I live for this shit. I stand quietly, tighten the cinch of the coat and slip a hand into the breast pocket of my coat, wrapping my hand around the cool, rough handle of the beretta nestled there. As I reach the door, I quickly look through.