Just when I was done, the grey dinghy with the soldiers came into view, on one of its endless laps around the ship. A fixed lamp on the bow illuminate... the sea ahead of them, but they didn’t shine one at the ship. The crew had lost their focus after at least three hours of this and they were mainly looking for external threats or hoping not to get sea sick, so I just ducked back inside and left the block where it was. It was light brown and the exterior of the ship was cream, so it didn’t stick. He was a paranoid, scared little shit. Well, in that case, I didn't care either. A great load of anxiety lifted from me. For the last nine months since Prom Night, Miguel had been living in fear of me. I had lived fearlessly.I returned to Pavel's office feeling liberated. He peered up from his editing deck. "This is tremendous, you should see it." "Thanks, I'll wait for the theatrical release. Now tell me, what did you mean by first dibs?" I want to invite you to my house for some intimate. I was trying to decide on if I should risk our friendship and make a move. She opened the fridge and bent over to look inside. She said something, but I wasn't paying attention. I said I couldn't hear and stood up to see over the counter. I was able to see her ass more clearly and a little more. She was definitely not wearing panties as I could see the outline of her pussy. My mouth soundly got dry. I figured it best to have a drink of water. She pulled out the jug of water and opened the upper. It seemed as though Karen already belonged to me somehow, only she didn't know it yet. I can't tell you how powerful that feeling was, and I grew anxious for the day when we would finally meet. That week, I went to work as usual, while in the evenings, I spent working in my cellar. It was dark, damp and musty down there. Hardly the kind of place one would expect to find the sweet, innocent-looking creature I had now become obsessed with. I set up a ratty, old cot along one wall and fastened.