We basically hung out in the room and watched tv. E3… that big event that’s been on my mind for weeks, was now getting pushed further and further ...o the back burning. At first all I could think about was wishing I could have busted my nut on my beautiful girlfriend. Now, thoughts of Amelia swarmed my mind, like a swarm of flies entering a barbeque. I could feel my bulge coming on as I grabbed it. Rudy, not paying me any mind, was focused on the show we were watching, and whoever he was texting. I look like a whore on heat, spot on! I'm convinced he'll love it, same as those where I sit with my legs on either side of the chair and with my back to the camera; I know how much he likes my hair draping past my waist. I must admit they do look erotic, and now I can see why he'd suggested the red plaid skirt. It's the perfect frame for my brazen ass.I can't wait to send him the photos so that he can process them with his whizzy software and make them all arty and even more erotic. Everything. ”“She didn’t seem to be angry with me when she left,” hesaid, as much to himself as to her. In fact, there was alittle spark before she left, he remembered. “No, she’s not angry.” Sophie pulled the handle on therecliner and sat back. She waggled her feet on thefootrest. She kicked off her penny loafers and they fellto the carpet. “How ’bout you, Greylon, are you angry?”“Well, if it’s true.”“Greylon, I guarantee. The therapist said she didn’t have her walking music, so she was having trouble getting into the “zone”. “Got you covered” was his response. He pulled out his cell phone and brought up a video on YouTube then hit play…the theme song from the Lone Ranger! She slowly turned to look at him with a stare that said, “Screw you, asshole”! Not even a hint of a smile. Then she turned back…and kept walking. Ever since, whenever they ran into each other, one or both would softly say “High Ho Sliver”.