Robertson you ok?!” Shit, I didn’t respond out loud, I was so caught up in what was happening. “Thank you, Mallory. I am really focused on this ...hhhhhh brief here. Please let her know I will call her back.” “Okay, Mr. Robertson. Are you sure you are ok?” “Yes I am, Mallory please close the door on your way out.” After Mallory closes the door, Lauren stops and is giggling. “Wow, that was fucking hot.” “Wow that was close” was all I responded as she started sucking again. It wasn’t long after. ..I heard him start up his lawn stuff and he did the front garden.I went to the bedroom and put on a black thong with a white t-shirt and went out back on the patio and made like I was messing with the plants and doing some clean up stuff.Then Freddie came in also in to do the back yard. I stood up and bent over the plants, exposing my backside to him. Then I turned around and waved to him as he was pushing his mower…I kept doing the plants and noticed he looked at me with glances...When he. No, not one of my vacations that led me in some eternal battle against Dark Lords or Good and Evil. A real vacation in a normal world, with normal people.In a quiet moment, I simply stepped in such a realm. Building a life was a nuisance waiting to happen but I found a nice body I could work with. The owner did not seem to like it as he was in the process of jumping in front of a train when I found it.I stopped him and took over his mind, sending his soul on cleanly. Really, it was a service on. Grandpa Carson said there had been a real boom during the Eighties as homes were built and people moved to the low-density, park-like developments. 'The local economy sucks!!', he says, but as a couple of retirees, he and Grandma don't seem to be all that worried. Still, Mom had been working on them for several years to move to Angel's Camp to be near us, and they could afford to consider it, I think. Grandma Carson had been a lawyer, back in the day when women lawyers were rare, and she had.