“I’ve spent too many hours making this stuff to break it by exposing it to a firing when there is probably still moisture in the clay, particularl... in my last – and best – pieces.”From time to time throughout the day, he kept the border fire going around his attempts at pottery. “All I have is time,” he told Lobo. “I’m going to do this right – if I can.”Knowing that the dried fish would present another problem, he began digging out more shelves. When he thought he had enough space prepared, he. He went to her neck, alternating between his tongue and his teeth. He wanted to tear her throat out at times, and then she would moan quietly and he would feel guilty, licking the pain he had just delivered. “You hate me,” she said quietly as he looked up at her. “I can see it. The way you look at me has changed.” “I hate myself,” he replied as she pushed on his chest so that he was sitting up again. She straddled him, stroking his cock, pulling it towards her pussy so that she made him wet. “I. Better some bum than a nice woman like Lana.“ ... Gotta get out...” he said.“No, stay, s’ok, really. Have a burger.”She turned around, revealing a plate with a little hamburger on it. Cameron nearly passed out with relief. It was just a regular old burger he’d smelled. He now saw a paper bag of groceries on the counter where she’d been working.He took the plate and had finished the burger almost before the plate touched the table. It helped, just a bit.“Seconvs?” he said with a full mouth,. .just me being me. My bad dude, wasn't trying to run ya over." His hands left my sides. *He'd obviously been trying to keep from being hit, duhhh.*"Why the hell are the doors so close to eachother!?" I sorta laughed/yelled. Both of our doors opened inward, but occupied the same corner. So if we walked out of our places at the same time, we'd walk into eachother. Literally. "Beats me. But you.." he opened my door, brushing against my back "..need to cool off. Now." He gently, but firmly, grabbed.