It scared him a bit—that sense of not being in charge anymore, not having that self-drive, self-will, and self-determination to attract the things a...d the people that he wanted in his life.He remembered how one of his old high school teachers had said that there are those who let things happen and those who actually make things happen—letting things happen being the less favorable of the two. But to give up on one’s will to determine one’s own life simply involved letting things happen for a. I love his beard; sometimes I've even thought about licking it so I could taste it as well as feel it and look at it. He looks so good in it. Added on top of that was the knowledge of what we would be doing later, and now this unusual teasing by my husband added to my arousal.We got in the car, Ryan put down the top and we drove away, but we didn't end up back home, as I thought we would. Ryan pulled into a parking lot of a store closed for the night. He drove around to the back, then stopped. "Just get rid of it."Her grin turned a bit more mischevous as a look of some dawning ideacrossed her features, a look that, for some reason, I didn't much carefor. She let out a dramatic sigh, "You sure?" she asked finally. "It waskind of fun having it around." Yeah," I said hesitantly, warily, "I mean, j-just for now. You can bringit back when we get home if you want." I might not want to now," she said, tossing me a pair of panties. Theones she'd thrown me earlier that day. "You might want. The task was straightforward, and he was happy to get on with it, fixing hinges carefully in place and finally giving the cabinet it's first coat of varnish. After pausing to admire his handiwork, the lad carried the piece of furniture into the garage to dry off, then gathered up his tools, locked them away, and shifted his mobile workbench back inside.Feeling hungry after all his exertions, he fixed himself something to eat and then realised it was already 6.30p.m. - at least half an hour.