Fiona ran upstairs and put on her new lacey black nightie and a pair of sheer black nylon stockings and heels. She looked at herself in the mirror and...wondered how she could be this fucking sexy yet have such a basic bitch dead-ass marriage. She could almost hear a 1950's style PSA warning in her head about how it could happen to anyone. But she didn't want to be just anyone. She wanted to burn forever with passion and intensity.She was a bundle of raw nerves when he finally pulled up in his. Dora and Kodaco showed me the trick of heating and steaming arrow shafts to straighten them using a hard wooden circle with handle to lever with, ensuring more accurate flights.We had as many arrows as we could use for awhile, and could construct more as we went, as we took bark containers of pitch sap, and pulled lengths of smoked sinew for fletching and sewing. My most valuable gift to Dora was an iron needle I had kept in my fraying shirt collar, as most sailors do. It was her most treasured. Once we had gotten my drink shewalked back outside with me. From that point forward in the year it wasan odd time to see one of us without the other at lunch.I managed to somehow make it through the rest of the day withoutincident. Lucas didn't ride the bus for some reason that day, meaning Ididn't have to worry about anything that day at the bus stop. What aweek.Chapter 8:When I got home I went inside and sat down at the computer. I got onthe internet and just started looking around. I. ”She pressed her lips to mine and we embraced, and we kissed long and deep. As soon as we parted Sharon took over, kissing me hard, groping me, tasting my mouth and tongue. When we separated, she wrapped her arms around Dee and they kissed like long-lost lovers. This was a hard rock turn on.“I think we should help Rob get a little more comfortable, don’t you, Dee?” Sharon said.“Absolutely,” Dee replied.Sharon stood facing me, kissed me again and started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Dee stood.