I’d better get busy...” she said to the room.Half way through the afternoon Maeve felt she had cleaned enough to take a short break. Reaching up t... clear the cobwebs and remove the dust from atop the “kings’ trusses” had proved tiring as she could only just reach when standing on the table. A county of small men, she thought; small women as well!All the windows had been opened and the freshening breeze had managed to banish the mustiness, though once or twice she felt that she had sniffed the. "JASON! What are you doing??"He shouted, blocking Jason's advance.Stunned, Jason stumbled back and quickly came to his senses. "Oh mygod, Oh, Jordan! I am so sorry!" Jason backed off, realizing how he hadjust lost his temper."Are you okay, Jordan?" Johanson asked, placing a comforting hand onJordan's shoulder."Yes, sir," Jordan replied in a small voice, shaking."What's going on? What's this all about?"Jordan and Jason looked at each other. What should they say?"It was--" ; "I said--" ;. Now that I look around, the whole bathroom is nice – a nice toilet, a nice sink, even a nice mirror! It’s all very impressive. I check the temperature of the water, and nod to myself. ‘Alright, come on in,’ I announce, after stepping in myself. Nightwing follows suit, and we quickly discover that it is somewhat cramped. There’s enough room to move, but no matter where we move, some part of our bodies are touching. Which I am not complaining about – right now, her breasts are pressed softly. Showtime! Angie walked across the street in her bikini and sandals. She had left her watch back in her bungalow, but wore the earrings and necklace. Angie was carrying a net-bag with a beach towel and a bottle of suntan oil. A couple of yahoos or hobos hooted at her bare ass as she strutted across the street and strolled onto the beach. Angie's two inch sandals were not the best for walking on sand, so she kicked them off. She carried her sandals in one hand as she walked, her toes digging into.