Sitting up slowly she looked down,pulling her skirt up she jumped in shock, her knickers were soaked and covering them were woodlice, crawling on the ...ampness, she knocked them off falling between her legs, sitting there in disbalief she watched as they crawled towards her, she felt her juices flow, one was on her leg at the edge of her knickers, she pulled them over, exposing her sweet opening, her heart racing, wondering what would happen next. It kept crawling onto her slit, she could feel. ‘Pick me.’ I hear the most wondrous, womanly voice whisper on the wind that tickles at my ears, from the east. I turn as fast as I can to see where that beautiful voice came from, just to see no one there. I decide to walk towards the direction I think I heard the voice come from. I stand next to a table with knick-knacks and various types of swords. I remember those swords hanging from various walls through out the house. Samurai swords, broadswords, knives, and shields. Doris’s second husband. If there was anything about him she wanted to change, it was that. As obsessed as she was with hard work, she was still young enough to realize the need to recreate. She was hard pressed to remember a day she had spent with him where work didn't enter the equation. If this were going to become a long time relationship, she needed to find ways to get him to relax and just be hers for days at a time.It was Valentines Day and Joe had taken her to a suite's hotel after a lobster dinner Stan's. He was a grown man. He could do as he pleased. If she could take it so could he."Fine, but you asked for it." Ben dropped a quarter in her glass with ease and started her rough. "Crystal, twenty-six, she was a hairdresser and right here." To rub it in, he added, "On the balcony."Nikki looked out at the balcony and said, "Ewww. Really, Dad? That's like my age." You weren't twenty-six at the time." He went again, but missed.Fortunately neither of them hit for a few rounds, but neither of them was.