It took me about 30 minutes to write and another 25 to reread it over and over to make edits.Late one night, I was tired and wanted to sleep. I wobble... on exhausted legs into the bathroom after a long, restless day. I stood over the toilet, doing my business. I flushed and turned around heading upstairs.I went upstairs and undressed down to my boxers.Not wanting to stretch out my boxers, I slowly pulled them off, folding them and placing them neatly to my side where I could get them and not. "He is, if it gets serious." I stepped over to the full-length mirror to check out my total look. I was wearing a sleeveless green floral-print dress, very tasteful, with ankle-style socks and my best pair of sneakers. My curly brown hair was now long enough to fall in ringlets down the sides of my head. I looked pretty and felt confident. My new female vanity and my old male desire (and envy) of women rubbed together to generate an autoerotic charge. Male or female, I had always a sensualist. They make them in the same three-layer style as Ken did, for the same reasons. But their covers are shorter on the sides due to having higher wagon sides.There are a few changes Boone makes so the wagons better suit their needs, but the changes are very easy to do after he builds the wagons. They buy four water barrels three feet high and put them in the back corners of the wagons, one on each side, then Boone builds a four foot high frame to hold them in place with a cabinet between them to. I am paralyzed now,” she replied “There must be something I can do for you.” “Don’t worry! I will be fine soon. By the way, you know where the kitchen is if you get hungry.” I nodded. “Do you feel embarrassed about the way I look now?” she asked. “No, no, but somehow… I need to help you. She gave me a weak smile and continued to examine the ceiling with her good eye. “Could you please bring me a glass of water?” she said. I stood up and hurried toward the kitchen. When I got back, I put.