"Then, Paul saw the look at Dillon face. It was the same let down look achild has when their parent did something embarrassing in front of theirfriend.... "Dillon, it was a joke. I am sorry. I should have just greetedyou. I need to think before I speak. I did not mean any of it and wouldhave hated it if you joked with me that way when I have something to talkabout. Come on in."Even with always flirting with Dillon, Paul knew those two were not meantto be. Dillon was the marrying type and the best. I hunted up a box cutter.A kitchen anything and everything drawer can be a treasure trove or a disaster. It depends on how long the drawer has had to gather denizens. The contents of my drawer were bought at an eastern Sheridan county farm auction from a kitchen that had been gathering occupants for at least a century. The hard sorting was done by others.I came by that length of service honestly, that century. An 1877 twenty cent piece caught in the crack between bottom and side was the date I. "She looked at me and then laughed at my description of the needles on the tray she was carrying. She was a professional; I had to give her that. She took three tubes of blood about as quickly as anyone I had seen. Then she thanked me for letting her do her job without getting mad, like some of the patients do. She was out the door before I could tell her she was very good. I hadn't felt a thing as she drew my blood. I lay back and tried to drift off again, but again I was disturbed by the. My eyes opened and my bed was different. It looked almost like my parents bed, but couldn't be. I felt a kiss on my shoulder as the cock slid in and out of my cunt. I was definitely not dreaming. I looked at the door and saw someone who looked a lot like me standing there in the same bra and panties I was wearing last night. I moved my hands to my breasts and was shocked when they filled my hands much more than when I usually held them.I heard my father's voice murmur, "Oh baby. Your cunt.