She narrowly misses hitting someone with the door as she opens it; “Hi!” she murmurs to the teenage boy making his way to the upstairs bathroom, f...ashing a sheepish grin at him before quickly ducking back into the bedroom and shutting the door again. I wonder if he has any idea what I was just doing in here? she giggles to herself. Suddenly, she gets an inspiration. She opens the door again, just a crack and just in time to hear the muffled sound of the toilet flushing. I shouldn’t be doing. I try to focus my attention on the city lights and the water out the window but before I can focus on anything Dannie suddenly yells, ?It’s too hot in here,? and arches her ass where it rested half on the stove half on the counter and slipps off her jeans. She was wearing a matching pair of hot pink hipster panties that were over spilling with her ass cheeks which broke out in goose bumps as they made contact with the cold countertop. Now my hands don’t know where to go and I hover them above. Simon hoped he was nicer than the last guy. It wasn’t that Connie had bad taste in men, he thought, it was just that she somehow seemed to find the ones who offered a bait-and-switch. ‘Hi, I’m here for Connie,’ said the man at the door. He held out his hand. ‘Ron Cutter.’ Simon shook his hand. ‘Simon Banks,’ he said. ‘Come on in.’ Simon sized Ron up as he walked into the apartment and wasn’t impressed. Everything about him put Simon off, from the possible start of a beer gut to the thin brown. He was holding the snake-entwined caduceus in his right hand, wearing a broad brimmed helm on his head, his feet shod in golden sandals, wings growing from his shoulders. She was no stranger to the immortals, had, in fact, probably seen more of them than most people now living, but they rarely flaunted the symbols of their office so visibly unless something important was at hand.When she was very young, still learning about the nature of her gift, Callidora had thought that life would never.