She felt her victim's heavy panting under her most private parts. The car's radio started to play Britney Spear's Oops I did it again; 'I think I did ...t again. I made you believe, We're more than just friends.' And Mandy broke into laughter. Life was beautiful.The flames spread across all the papers stuffed under the wood, slowly consuming Gina's papers, official and personal documents, even her ID and driving license. The small, toothpick sized sticks caught fire, followed immediately with all. Especially considering your own brother had left when he was a year younger than you are now.As you rise from the pallet you'd been sleeping on, you quickly snatch up your weapons and begin affixing them to your person. Even though it's unnecessary, you pull the sword and daggers out of their scabbards and check the blades for any imperfections. This was one of the first lessons your father had ever taught you. Always check your blades as soon after you wake up as possible. You never want to go. There were 1001 pairs. I decided to slip one pair in my tunic for Mrs Shaw as a treat, that would make the count a nice even 1000 ! When I came back to the 'digs' Gwen had taken a bath after doing her 'war-work' and she was in her dressing gown and slippers. She had my tea (dinner to us Yanks) cooking on the stove. She screamed with delight when I gave the pair of stockings to her and as soon as she finished her meal, she dashed up stairs with them. I stayed and tried to choke down the food. I. We had a long weekend come up due to a holiday and planned a road trip. Go out on the road for a couple of days, see a few sights, eat different stuff, maybe get laid. I had noticed that he wasn't really into women. He rarely looked at them. I didn't get a gay vibe from him, though. I assumed he maybe was a prude or not that interested in sex. Me, I was a dedicated horn dog. If it turned out he was gay, it wouldn't matter to me. Not what I was into. Not anymore, anyway. I had a week.