" The problem with that is that it would take it a little out of the range of 'primitive, '" Roger protested. "I think he likes to have things left re...l simple, and I can't say as I blame him." You could be right," she replied. "But I'll tell you what, all this snow is making me wish I'd just stayed down there, Delmer or not. It seems like forever before spring will get here." Michigan does seem kind of pointless this time of year, doesn't it?" Roger agreed. "It sure makes me anxious to head. On the weekends he would play some golf with a few friends. He was able to maintain a seven handicap but it was getting harder and harder for him to do that. He knew he needed to spend time on the practice range and play more golf than he was doing to keep that handicap.Don thought this summer had just flown by as next Monday was Labor Day with school starting the following day. In a way he looked forward to doing that but at the same time he couldn’t help but wish that he had more free time.. Mac’s sword swooshed by, just touching her right leg as she cartwheeled out of the way.Lisa landed on her feet, ignoring the little slice on her calf, her eyes dancing as she watched the other three. Jake was watching her and not his wife who was creeping up behind him holding her dagger.“Duck, Daddy,” Lisa called out casually.Béla poked him in the arm with her dagger, drawing blood. “Wow!” Béla exclaimed, teasing him. “These little things are really sharp.”Looking sorrowfully at Jake, she. Michael had been training Fucktwat recently to think of images like this as her primary identity, showing her pictures of her face and then hurting her, followed by cropped pictures of her tits or cunt with no face showing and an associated buzz of sexual stimulation. He had also been getting her to spend time with a mask that fitted over her face that allowed her to see only the output of a tiny camera clipped to her clitoris. Seeing the world from the viewpoint of her cunt was slowly.