. a thought shared by most GI’s.We settled first on the laundry – I would pay them for everything they did for me. Fair was fair and it only added...to the hard life they already endured. I made it known to them I WASN’T a guest ... I would pay my way. This seemed like a foreign concept – if they invite, then I’m a guest. At first, I had a pallet of my own but soon Flower seemed to creep into my bedroll. I was a little uncomfortable with it at first because every time she did, Sunny watched us. I think some Pleas land was involved in the taking the state did for the highway expansion or it could have been a county road that was made wider. Old age is horrible on memory." Atwood that would be wonderful, I may not even need the tax research. It will take awhile for them to do it, anyway. But I think I'd like to have it, so which ever one I get first, the other will just help."Atwood continued, changing the subject, "Gail, I hate to do this on such short notice, but I have a commercial. Then little Bella gets the Order of the Russian Boot and I'm out in the corridor. Bastards."They had reached the tall glazed entrance doors of the deserted Palm House. After locating another secret hiding place for a key, Bella let them in. The humid atmosphere was suffused with a heady night-time fragrance. She expertly guided the professor to a long slatted wooden bench set beside a trickling fountain. Shafts of moonlight filtered in through the glazed dome above, sparkling on the pool's. It's almost like a possession. But I am not exactly sure how it would be different if I didn't look like this. I just know it would, though.I know that this doesn't seem really sexy, especially for a sex story. But unless your going to an orgy just to fuck, you'll find that all stories interconnect. I've made a lot of friends at orgies. Yeah. Not only made, but made a lot of friends that I still have and occasionally fuck. I'm older than I was then, but I still like sex. I just don't like.