They were nestled in their little fake greenhouses, aka baggies, when I began moving them outside. The temperature was consistently well above forty d...grees in the daytime. The small cart I had built from an old yard sale bike, worked well for that as well as transporting cups of worms to the Soul for delivery. Like most thing I owned, it had to do at least double duty.During those two weeks I saw Maurine on the weekends. I didn’t bother to call Marge, since she didn’t seem interested in dating. “Such a naughty boy, painter” she says as she grabs my hard brush with one hand and my balls with the other.I moan in ecstasy as she firmly moves her hand up and down, my shaft throbbing hard and making sloppy sounds. With a horny voice she wonders out loud how the paint brush might taste and moves her head towards my cock. I breathe fast and heavily in expectation but she lingers with her mouth a mere inch above my brush. Just as I’m ready to beg her to please suck my cock she places her lips. "Either one of the "Roadhouses" you'd like to eat at Rachel would be fine with me." I answered her before sticking out my right hand. Rachel shook my hand and I was surprised by the firmness of it. She definitely did not have the average woman's limp hand shake."I like "Texas" over "Logan's". Meet you there around twelve?" I'll meet you there, Rachel."After she'd left, I renegotiated the percentages Fox Manufacturing and I each got if a bonus was earned with an 85/15 split in my favor being our. Or everyone but me already knew, and no comment is needed... We knew a summons would be forthcoming for the pyres, and began getting ready as soon as everyone had eaten.I wanted to talk to Leli – and Wynne, for that matter – but in the bustle, there was no opportunity. I resolved to find the both of them after the service. Instead, I quickly dressed in the set of armour not currently soaked in darkspawn blood before rejoining the group. Everyone, it seemed, had had a chance to get cleaned up;.