He was grateful for the bicycle, but he worried that it would not last through many more ten mile rides back and forth to town with him laden down wit... heavy objects.He managed to ride all the way to town without a problem again, but once he arrived in town he worried the bike would be stolen because he had no lock for it. If the bike was stolen, it would leave him destitute. This time he arrived in town a bit earlier in the day and he decided to find the local utility office, which was on the. She then shuffled to the cabinet by the sink and grabbed her own bowl, turning a plopping into the chair nearest my own, diagonally to my right, her leg bumping mine under the table. She offered nothing by way of apology and fixed a bowl of cereal for herself, drowning the golden sugary nuggets in milk before sighing loudly in disgust. “I forgot a fucking spoon.”“I’ll get it,” I said, maybe a little too eager, then stretched backward, tipping my chair onto two legs as I reached the silverware. "Oh, shit," he chuckled before he moved over to the other side of the desk. "And Ms. Watson left one of her drawers open too," he pointed out, looking down in it. "What's in there?" He reached down and pulled his hand back up a few seconds later. "Oh, a strap on, really?" I giggled. "I guess, I wonder if she is a lesbian," he mentioned, glancing back at me. "Or, she has a man that actually lets her use it on him," I theorized, coming towards him. "Holy shit, there are pictures in here too," I. I figured she knows I'm coming over and the door is open so she must of left it opened for me. I stepped in, calling her name... No answer. I followed the music to see if she was there, as I came into the room she was sitting in a chair sorting some kind of paperwork stuff. Me being the prick I am and thinking it's funny, I smacked the door and yelled hey! She about jumped to the ceiling. I laughed, apologized and told her I couldn't resist. So we walked toward the stairs that lead up to the.