Bobby thanked Storm Who Walks for the added boost and asked if the change was permanent. Yes, Bobby's vision would remain this sharp until he died; he...would never need glasses, either for distance or for reading. This was good news, because everybody in his mother's family had needed thick glasses by the time they reached 30 years old; his mother had been wearing glasses for the last 15 years.Both Bobby and the Comanches were moving toward each other relatively fast, so it was not long before. I pour a little of my favourite bath oil under the running water, Coco de Chanel. The scent suits me,I place candles all around the big tub and light them.I pour myself a glass of red, get my iPad and select one my favourite playlists, something nice and relaxing, as I know I'll probably doze off for a while. I really am quite tired. I pick up the book that I am currently reading, my big black velvet robe and I think that I am all set.As I run some more cold in, my mind wanders back to last. Jake noticed a deep scratch on her belly and thought it might be a trick of the firelight against her body. He reached up to touch it at the same instant that she twisted around with one arm to unfasten his jeans.“What happened here?” he asked her.Distracted from what she was doing, Béla twisted back around, her slippery pussy sliding on his chest. Her other hand slid off his shoulders. She lost her balance and came crashing down, squashing a tit against his forehead. His chin dug painfully. " Why?" Because my friend is going to be waiting for…" Carie hesitated, frowning."What?"“Oh, shit.” She quickly got up from the floor, went to the kitchen counter and picked up her phone. For several seconds she held her breath, then uttered, "Mo…-?" Those are really weird sounding floors," Mona interrupted. Carie covered her eyes, feeling a renewed blush in her cheeks and neck."Would the wood happen to be from Russia cuz I swear it has an accent." Fuck." Exactly." Mona…" Yeah, you know what?.