“I’ll do some stuff and I hope the k**s won’t mess my kitchen because you are playing with your ‘big man’ toys”.The redhead left the kitch...n to her husband and friend to get a hold of the sink, who had problems with water flow and pressure. She, who always wanted somebody to fix it, found it. But she knew Dave wasn’t the most reliable plumber or anything into the repair business, and then she only could fear the worst…***At least three hours went, where Casey took the time to go to the mall,. Emily must’ve found an excuse for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.With no sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his bedroom and closed the door. The room was small, just big enough for a queen bed to fit in the middle with two tiny end tables on either side, nearly touching the walls. There was a big window on the right-hand side, some pictures of seascapes on the walls and a small closet in the left corner. Despite the glorious sunlight shining. You rub holes in your navy sweater where the thumb lives and eventually your thumb pokes through it, now you are covered, the sweater with your holes for your thumbs to live in shelter your wrists and most of your hands, compensating for your exposed bruised knees. Your Daddy drives a nineteen fifties Plymouth painted primer gray and it makes lots of noise but it does run. It has that old car smell of ripped leather, stale smoke, empty beer bottles and rotten padding, you get the pliers to roll. " Oh yes," she looked at me, a little surprised to hear a younger man come up to her. "Much better than last week."I gave her the look, which had an obvious I'm interested gesture. I stared at her cleavage. She was about 20 cm shorter. I saw her starting to defrost."Ideal for a coffee on the terrace?" I suggested. She blushed. Her confusion caused her to drop her groceries and her bike fell on her foot, causing her pain. I helped her up."My name is Henk, Can you ride your bike home?" Yes." She.