Wynonna looked like she was about to kick his ass. “Since when do I need to ask for your blessings for anyone that I want to be with? You’re not m... mother, and you’re not my wife. I also have never stuck my nose into your sex life. It’s not my place to tell YOU who to fuck. It’s my life if I want to spend it with Bobo.” He downed his drink and walked out.He got into his car and took off for Bobo’s lair. He was hoping to get there before the alcohol went to his head. He was pissed off at his. The storm had abated. In fact, it seemed to have stopped for now. She could see moonlight outside. She was quiet as she moved out, after putting a rain parka over herself, and slipping on her boots. She didn't bother putting on all of her Army Combat Uniform, but she did carry her weapon. No soldier in the field left their weapon unsecured. She intended to just go out, find a tree, and relieve herself. She moved to the nearest acacia trees, and found a spot to empty her bladder. As she had left. My tee shirt was dripping with sweat so I took it off and decided to grab a refreshing cold beer and sat in my lounger looking at how big the gardens now looked, I was impressed at my handywork.As I sat there pondering and thinking how lucky I was with my new neighbours I could feel a twinge in my shorts thinking about Rachels fit body and Milly’s youthful presence next door when all od a sudden my gate opened and as I looked round I saw my landlord appear, he immediately saw me sitting there. "John!"She beamed at me. "And call me Louise. It's Miss, now, any way." Even though my heart thudded as I hoped I might be able to bring my fantasies to life, I made a sympathetic face. "I'm sorry to hear that." She snorted. "Yeah, well. It was for the best. But what about you?"We moved off together, settling into a booth and chatting as we drank down our caffeine hit. She told me how she'd changed schools, finding a job closer to her new home in an apartment complex. We exchanged the fates of.