They alsoneglected putting the right amount of time and effort into fixing therelationship right away so that added to the state of mess therelationsh...p was in.Matt and Renee started to go towards the wooden backyard gate to maketheir way up to Luke's. Their plan was simple, just state to Luke whathappened then be open to hearing him out. To the two-person clean-upcrew this seemed like the right course of action. Going to clear thisup was as controversial as stating it was sunny on a clear day.. The sweat kept falling and gliding across my skin. I felt almost naked. It seemed I only wore underpants."Hello?" I spoke. "Anybody there? Can anyone help me?" It looks like I'm locked up or something. Why am I always getting in these fucking random situations? However, I wasn't in any pain or danger it seems and I felt with my bare feet that the floor was made of a really nice soft fabric. I tried to remember what happened. Firstly, yesterday I was heading home from a not so enjoyable party.. The furnishings were old and worn and the family photos were all black and white. The cabin should have felt comforting, but it didnt. It was not the atmosphere for writing romance books. BOOM! Darkness, rain, flashes of lightning, sounds of thunder. Hannah was not pleased. She took the matches from the mantel and lit the candles on the candelabra. Carefully, she carried it around the room, still hoping to find inspiration for a new book. Originally, she had planned a book about her. It’s just for a second, but the sensation makes goosebumps explode all over my skin, and I can’t help but turn to watch as you saunter towards the back of the class. I’m so caught up that it takes me a second to notice the note you dropped into my lap. My fingers itch with excitement as I tear back the neatly folded edges, and I have to strain to read the words in the classroom’s dim lighting: "Come to room 152."My heart starts beating faster and I can feel my cock straining against the crotch.