I really like cooking with you, Alaina. This is so fun!”“Um...”“What? Did I—Oh no! How did that fall out again? I was sure I tucked it in go...d last time! That’s the third time today! Thanks for pointing it out to me.”“Y-yeah, no ... No problem, Laura!”“You’re swallowing an awful lot. You must be thirsty. I’ll get a pair of nice, full cups for us. Oh, actually, I think I want milk. Do you want some milk, too? Alaina? Oh, you’re tired? Don’t worry, I’ll finish up while you rest your head there on. I stood in my bare feet as I had come out of my boots, my orgasmic screams still echoing in my ears, 'What happened', I asked still confused?'We just fucked each other', he said quietly but with an air of triumphantness, I did not care, as it was the best I had ever experienced, and I felt in love all over again, this time the warn semen was coming from deep inside me, and running down to my bare feet standing on my discarded boots. 'You better put them on', he said, 'your bus is coming', and. Michael hopped in a shuffling, leg swinging gait toward his "X" rescue panel, dipping a hastily ignited flare into each oily rag-filled can until all were lit. He waved his arm frantically overhead, the sputtering and flaming red flare held outstretched as he lurched along. His leg, healing and no longer draining or threatening, was still not able to stand his full weight. He swung it out to the side to balance himself while he awkwardly hopped forward on his good leg."See me, you bastards!. The sunshine, the shimmering water, the laughter of the c***dren. Sarah’s packed a picnic. She’s a fantastic cook. Proper healthy food that actually tastes amazing. Sitting there eating lunch with the k**s she’s like the picture of a perfect mother from a magazine. It occurs to me that I really am living the dream. Here, in the mountains, with this woman, this family, this lifestyle. And I really am incredibly lucky because this is her idea of paradise. This is her perfect day. Just me, her,.