4pm we went back out to fish, we met Tom at the pond. Mac and Tom was talking about something, I think me. Tom looked at me like he was checking me ou.... They drank all the beer they both had, I think they were little bit drunk.It was getting dark and they were still talking, I heard Tom saying he had to take a piss, he went over to a tree near me and took his cock out and peed. He had a big dick, he was hard already, I think his cock was about 9”. It was real late, I told Mac I’m going back to. Afterward, I thought what an idiot I had been, leaving those clothesthere in the first place.I said to myself, "Come on now Arry, she will get over it, she lovesyou, so just suck it up for a while then things can get back tonormal.It was the longest week that I can ever remember, though Susan stillmade lunch, there was no speaking between us, just silence, her facewas just like a blank slate, no emotion or anything showing on it, sowhat did I do to spite her, even though it was my fault, yep,. Rayna was puzzled, "Where are we?" This is one of the neighborhoods reserved for the king's troops and their families outside of the Wall. Higher ranking officers get apartments within the Wall, but this neighborhood is guarded and maintained." Nor easy to find," Rayna added.Stefan had already remounted, "We need to hurry a bit. I'm expected to report and we need to find a home."Stefan had to ask twice, but they found Hyacinth Lane, which was pleasing to the eye just as the woman had promised.. “Tony, will you accept the commission to paint forty panels and provide a story for each for the Chapel of St. Jerome?” President Haywood asked when we were seated.“Yes, sir,” I responded simply. “As long as my art is not questioned.”“I think we have an agreement in principle and can work out the details with your agent. Father Andrew will be your guide and sounding board in the stories and funding will be provided for your work. As we understand that this cuts into your income as an artist,.