Seeing me, she smiles weakly. My god, she is beautiful. ‘Hello baby, brought you some lunch’ Placing the tray upon it’s stand. Grabbing the was...cloth from the bowl on the nightstand, soaking it in the cool water, then squeezing most of it out. Gently patting her forehead, her cheeks, the sides of her neck as well as the collarbone. Smiling at the little teddy bears that decorate the flannel jammies I bought her. Seeing how soothing she finds the damp cloth. *Aaaaaahhhhccchhhoooo!* ‘Bless you’. She leaned back, pulling up her skirt and tucking it into the waistband, feeling the cool night air on her panty covered bottom. She put her hands back on the door, arching up her red panty bottom even higher. She blushed in shame as she imagined how she must look as he gazed at her in the bright light of the moon. She couldn’t even believe that she had just hiked up her skirt for him. What else would he make me do? He had seen me stripping down to my underwear, would he want more?. Did he want. Last time I saw you, it was at your house on Spring Road in Station Island. I stopped by there a few weeks ago and, well I found out you had moved way back. I tried looking your number up in the phone books, tried the people search on the Internet, but kept coming up empty. I remembered that you were, and I guess you still are, married to Rick Olsen's cousin. I stopped by the police station to see him, but they said he retired a few months back. I asked, but they wouldn't give me his number, so. But the beauty part is it doesn't stink. The possibilities are endless." "Hey, Vlad—they have been making fake doggy-doo for years. Didn't you have a Johnson Smith catalog when you were a kid?" "Sure, like the can of peanut brittle? That turns into big green snakes? They had Doggy Doo, but they didn't do anything really big with it. Come on over—I'll show you what I've done so far. And this is just the beginning." We walked over to his loft.There on a series of plinths was a graduated series of.