Sliding her hands over Lisa's nylon covered thighs, Marcy suddenly raninto a big bump. Dragging the skirt further up revealed that the bump,which was ...robably the bulge she had felt earlier. Was caused by the bigdildo, held to Lisa's leg only by the sheer black nylon of her pantyhose.Unable to help herself Marcy looked up at her girlfriend with a shockedexpression."What's the matter sissy? Isn't this a nice surprise? I thought you wouldhave loved seeing your favourite toy. Now just continue. Two empty bedrooms, one made up as a guest room, the other a receptacle for odds and ends. And a sitting room (who still uses ‘sitting rooms’? the architect has asked us) off the master bedroom that would certainly convert to a nursery for a newborn.Jay and I had semi-consciously built our house with children in mind.After the social, we went home.“I had an interesting conversation today,” I said.“Oh yeah?”“Yeah. Sophie Hall.”“Oh, yeah. Scott’s wife. The twin girls. Six year old boy.”“That’s. If they are left lying around in shops and fuel stores, people will continue to help themselves and it will be the more enterprising who come out of things on top. Those less able will lose out and might well suffer as a consequence. I might hazard a guess that even now people are thinking about creating their own stockpiles to make sure they don't go short. If they do that it will be at the expense of others."You might also wish to consider securing the vast amounts of weapons that people have. Only Jill, who had accepted Liz’s on her employer’s behalf, was taking the time to read it.“Do you work solely for the attorney that filed this?” she asked.“No, Ma’am,” the young man said. “I’m just a process server for the county.”“Good,” she said with an evil smile. “If you have a card, our attorney will contact you this afternoon. She will have some papers for you to deliver to these pieces of shit. You know who they are, don’t you?”The man nodded glumly.“A job’s a job,” he said.