"Yes, but the reading is more difficult.Some of the words I do not know so well."Joanna's speech sometimes felt oddly phrased to Paul, but it wassomet...ing he found quite charming - like her accent, it was growing on him."Yeah, sure.When did you want to meet up?" How about you come to my house this evening - around seven?" Ok, sounds good," Paul said breezily, as if going round to girls' houses to help them with homework was something he did most evenings."Good, thank you."They continued talking. I removed a half dozen to use as meat hangers. I quickly looped them through the vent hole to hold the meat in place. In other words I was ready for Miles and the wood. I washed the meat well while I continued to wait. It was as ready as I could make it and still no Miles. When he did show up he was lugging the wood on a sled made from a piece of plastic whose former use I could not ascertain.I used my fire start kit to get the fire going. By the time it was going Miles began slowly adding. " Probably. Most of those work-release kids are. I'll look into it." Anyhow, just an idea. Hope you'll pass it along."He told Meg where he was going and then walked down to the Giant, disappointed that he hadn't seen or heard from the McGonigal boy. He wondered if the kid had decided to go to one of the private schools.Mr. Murphy greeted him effusively and sent for Marcus. The three sat in his crowded little office as shoppers milled about them and the automatic scanners binged."He says he's. I want you to lean back, spread your legs wide like earlier, pull your skirt up, and spread your little cunt open. Show it to me. Show it off.” She huffs a long sigh, but leans back as instructed. Legs spread wide beneath her mint sundress, she slowly begins to gather the fabric around her waist. I watch the lower hem of her skirt slide so slowly over her knee, then up her thigh, before finally revealing her closely trimmed little snatch. Fine, blonde pubic hair, trimmed nicely in a small.