"I nodded. I remembered Aimee telling me how Mary could see danger to Dawn and me in advance. I also noticed how Mary said Dawn was in danger--not me-...and Dawn was the first one that Mary moved out of the way. My pride was hurt in more ways in one, but I realized that I would have probably used the same priority scheme myself.I shuddered, thanking the heavens that Mary had time to get me out of the way as well. That vase had been heavy. The flamingo had prevented too much damage to the vase.. Let me go and have a bath.I took my towel and went to the bathroom naked. I didn’t latch the door just simply closed it as there was no hesitation between us now. I brushed my teeth and then opened the tap to fill the bucket. While pouring water on my body with the jug she entered the bathroom naked.She came to hug me from the back. Her huge boobs were pressing my back, wow what a soft sensation amazing feeling. I tried to turn around to hug her but she was holding tight. Then we both hugged. Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher. ’ Well, I’ve dated a few of the queens here in Meridian and, like in the other like-named cities, some put out and some didn’t, some were good at it, some weren’t. I’m single (You already guessed, right?), have a good, full-time job as a head maintenance mechanic in a fair-sized factory here, make pretty good money, have my own three-bedroom home in the outskirts of the town, on a nice cul-de-sac full of families. I keep up the yard, behave myself, stay away from the neighborhood wives, though.