Boy, was I wrong. It was early summer and by eleven-thirty in the morning, it was getting pretty warm outside.Our backyard pool called me and for half...a second, I thought about diving in. The sun glistening off the blue pool water won out. I stripped out of my skivvies and took the plunge. The water was chilly, but it felt good. After swimming a few moments, I stepped out of the pool, grabbed a towel from the towel rack on the patio, dried off, and stepped upstairs to take a shower. I was about. "I shook my head. "Now you tell me. She'll probably call the police on me." So what if she does? You know you're doing the right thing. I'll bail you out if need be."I let her unlock the back gate, and saw I had my work cut out for me. The back yard was worse than the front. The fence needed work as well, some boards were broken and loose, and one whole section was sagging. Luckily, my tools were only a couple of hundred feet away, across the alley, and I was soon at work, determined to finish. When I was watching that scene I was thinking of Roger.’ she confided. ‘Do you have dreams about … I mean … Roger?’ she asked innocently. ‘Yes, of course. I think everyone has dreams.’ she continued thoughtfully. ‘Some are good dreams and some not so pleasant. It happens to everyone, according to Freud.’ ‘I have dreams, but they’re not very nice ones. Sometimes I dream I’m being smothered and I can’t breath and I can’t move.’ she said, sadly. ‘Sometimes it’s like I’m a spectator, and I can. "No, it doesn't. But it's amazing what a person can do with a toe, isn't it?" He had managed to push her panties aside with his toe and now was poking at her exposed pussy lips. "But if this guy was so great, why haven't I heard of him when I know of emperors like Justinian the Great? Wasn't he from around the same time?" Yes, he was, but Justinian is highly overrated, and ... Dammit, you're not going to distract me again! You know what, you think you're so clever with your so-called itch.