"Mr. Bindle, I'd like to make an appointment with you to discuss my ... inheritance," I began."Yes, I rather expected your call. When would it be conv...nient?" he asked.Convenient? He was asking me when it would be convenient?"Ahmmm ... I was hoping for next week, say ... Thursday?" I offered hopefully."Yes, of course. That will be fine. Morning or afternoon?" Morning, please. I'd like to get back to Little River that evening," I explained."Understood. Why don't we schedule for eight am and then. I think the first question I have, is why do you apparently live on a park bench?”Sam said, “So you want to know if I’m crazy.”I smiled and replied, “No, I don’t care if you’re crazy, I just need to know if I can work with you or not.” Sam laughed and said, “Fair enough, it’s a reasonable question.”Sam told me, “Without getting into the why’s of it, I have an issue with being indoors for too long. It varies a lot depending on the conditions. Like maybe if there is lots of light, or there is a. I almost went to the manager to ask,, if I could get my cherry cheese cake to go. I didn’t only because they didn’t ask us to pay our check.“Gabby why don’t you come home with me? You could spend the night and leave from here in you own car tomorrow,” Mom said.“You should do that Gabby. Neither of you should be alone,” I suggested.“How about you? Are you going to be alright,?” Gabby asked me.“Sure, I need to keep an eye on Keith’s plantation,” I said.“God I miss Keith. He would have known just. You can feel it go in even further now.She slides a finger up and down the folds she had made with her hand, thelips, that were promised to you. She removes her hand, and the foldsstay in place, now forever a part of your groin. She goes back torubbing your new clit with her thumb, and she presses her finger infurther, this time going in half way. You still feel the resistance ofthe skin inside, but you know it won't last. The burning feeling nowmoves into your entire lower abdomen, as she.