He can’t find the recycling bin.’ Megan paused for breath. ‘And that’s just in one half hour of the morning. I ask him to do it, and he says h... has to get to work. I ask him to clean up when he comes home, and he says he is too tired, or it doesn’t need to be done.’ ‘It usually doesn’t.’ Esmer put up the stop sign gesture to shush Eric. Megan threw her hands up in the air. ‘You see? He doesn’t seem to understand that things need to be put away. Everything has its proper place and should go. Good God,I thought to myself,she’s going to kill me!“I just can’t decide what to do with you,” she said seductively.Although I found her unattractive, watching her small ass cheeks sway from side to side as she walked into the kitchen immediately stirred life into my cock.“Should I fuck you? Should I kill you? Should I fuck you and then kill you? Maybe I should kill you and then fuck you!” She laughed hysterically at that line.“Uh, do I get a vote?” I jokingly suggested. “Aw, fuck it,” she. He got up and walked over to the door and put his hand around her waist leading her out of the bar and into a cab. They chatted quietly in the back before reaching their destination. He paid the driver and opened the door for her. In his apartment he brought out two glasses with two ice cubes in each and the bottle of bourbon he had told her about, setting them down on the table in front he poured her two fingers. ”So…” She said pausing. ”So… What do you do for business?” He smiled knowing it. Briyan inherited his Grandfather's height and some of his good looks. His skin was darker, though, like his Grandmother's and he had black hair like a Spaniard.They drove down State Highway 1 along a coast dotted with small seaside communities. Green farmland stretched on the landward side towards the distant mountains of the Central Tararua Ranges."Where is Mount Egmont?" he asked Silvia."Can't see it yet," she explained, "it's stuck out in the East. The Maoris say that once upon a time four.