" She picked up the bags of food and litter in one good arm, instead of one in each like she usually did, and tried to grab her small bag of what was...left with her injured arm, but winced in pain."Wait," I told her and grabbed the cat products away from her. I ran over to my manager and explained what was happening and he agreed with me. I came back and told her, "I will carry this stuff home for you."She tried to protest, but I didn't let her deter me from being chivalrous. I followed her. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during her years in (mostly) Italian opera some of their national reliance on heavy gesticulation had rubbed off. Most Italians I'd met were congenitally incapable of speaking only from the neck up, the hands and arms always seemed to get involved. Finally his tail settled across her lap, and they went on that way.I was pleased to see that they seemed to be getting on well. On her part there was a fair amount of. I found I was only ten blocks from home; so, I left the car parked on the empty street and started to walk.It was early dawn when I arrived home, finding a van parked in the driveway, showing a plumber company logo on the sides. So, the man was still there fixing and solving some matters. I looked for my keys, but then I recalled that I had left them in the car glove compartment. I turned around and went directly to the door at the back yard.Suddenly I heard some moaning coming from the living. ” On the drive down Em had thought about what was coming up that evening, both figuratively and literally. Terry had lived in Thailand and was well schooled in very friendly massage techniques. Equally plainly, he had fucked many very inventive Thai ladies. Em had a sudden thought about Terry’s hands between her legs and got very hot. She was driving on cruise control. She opened her bag which she’d put on the front passenger seat and rummaged around in it. Eventually she found Vic. She had.