I smiled in return, meekly more because I was disinterested, but when I opened my door, and closed it, I reached for the spy-hole, to look through and...study him.he was younger than myself, he had a Mediterranean look about him and I felt my eyes drawn down his muscular body to his crotch, and a strange awakening came over me. It had been fully eighteen months since I last had sex, and eight months since I had the urge to masturbate, and now, living on my own, I had a neighbour next door to me,. And of course the thing that grabbed everyone’s attention, the scar on his right cheek. It was noticeable, and probably bad if you weren’t for that sort of thing, but I always thought it just made him look hard, and sexy. And alive. Enough of this waiting though. I made my way over, walking by my sleek black Chevy Impala, stopping just by the hood, a few metres from him… ————- Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. ————- I heard the click of heels a lot later than I should of, I sighed,. I had some bacon grease left over from breakfast. It works pretty well, but the downside is my bedroom now smells like burnt bacon. Gotta go, the city is looking for a new garbageman, and I’ve got a pretty good shot at it. Wish me luck. By the way, did I mention my favorite dessert is chocolate cream pie? Love you, kind of mean it, Stumpy Wonder what she would say to that? … Thanks to my friends Gwen and Marcie I had plenty of material. … Stumpy, my cute little pervert Sorry I didn’t get back. Drusa held the blade high, admiring her own shadow which brought her budding clitoris to a lush zenith, caressed by her tight leather as she brought the blade down in a perfect arc. The male hoped his head would live long enough to register the delighted cheer given by the women; he heard her grunt and felt the shock of the blade ... Drusa carried the sword through its arc with perfection, gasping with satisfaction as the third head was taken cleanly off, to roll, blinking at her, then settle.