Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed the side door of the house open very slowly, and someone creep out, they snuck along the side of the house ...nd started peeking in the window, was this some game she plays with her husband, no he was to young, this must be her son, wow what have a stunbled onto, she was sitting with her profile to the window, brushing her hair, topless, she really did look amazing, and the son thought so to , I could make out he was stroking himself, at a very frantic. Nothing. Just a moment of heat. I don't remember how it all started, but I remember him touching my ankle, his thumb brushing against the inside of my foot. His fingers worked their way along my calf (because by now I'd slouched a little and had my foot resting on the seat in front of him) and after several long minutes, he stood up, and I moved over. We sat there, wordlessly, quietly in our seat, listening to the tires rolling over the pavement, and watching the sun slowly begin to set over. She then looked Julie up and down saying, “Gees, they are getting younger and better looking all the time, Goyse. A girl doesn’t stand a hope with competition like this one.”“You’ve got quite a head start on me from what I’m told. I need something in my favour if I’m going to stay in the race, Sally.”“Don’t worry, honey. I’m not the competition. I’ve got a man of my own at home. The cheating bastard doesn’t deserve me but I love him all the same. Your main competition is my husband’s ex-lover. "Dorothy banged on the metal. "So?" It's empty. The tinsmith didn't give me a heart." So what does that mean?" Dorothy asked."It means that I have sex for pleasure, not for love." That's typical," Dorothy sighed, shrugging. "But then, I do, too." Then you've come to the right place," the Tin Man grinned. "Take a look at this!"He opened the small door in his groin, and out slid a shiny tube, studded with rivets.Dorothy stared. "How come that's not rusty?" Stainless steel," the Tin Man grinned..