So I got back to concentrating on my driving but my complained she was kinda cold and grabbed a jacket covered her self almost completely and she sudd...nly reached out with her left hand and cranked up the music saying she loved this song and my buddy says with a grunted yeah me too. Right after he spoke something flew up and landed on the dashboard. My wife laughed uncontrollably as I asked what was that. She didn't answer. I turned on the cab light and noticed it was oozing down the dash over. I brought my head up so I could meet his lips but shied away at the last moment. I wanted to kiss him, but at the same time, I knew I shouldn't. It became a battle in my head, weighing the pros and cons.Damn it; why did I have to like this so much?I was still contemplating when Seth began to stroke my hair lightly, pushing stray strands away from my face. He then put his fingers on my chin, guiding me to his lips so he could kiss me. He was so gentle, so kind, I knew he was a player, had heard. My house did just fine but Margie's didn't. It was an old place to begin with; built around 1910. When she got home from school, she could hear water running somewhere and began dashing around trying to find it. When she flipped the basement light on and headed down the stairs she saw at least a foot of water flooding the basement floor. She was smart enough to call the city shops rather that a plumber, knowing the water would have to be shut off at the meter and getting a plumber right away. A smile crossed his face as his eyes scanned my nearly naked body. He shifted his gaze to Marjorie, “Thanks, Marjorie.” She nodded and left. He indicated one of the chairs on the opposite side and I settled into it. “So, you did what I asked of you?”“Yes, Sir. I read the documents very carefully and I am ready to sign them.”“Any issues or questions?”I smiled, “I’m sure questions will arise regarding my duties as we get into this, but … one, yes.” I held my hands out to the side, “Given my.