) so I figured I'd better write this. So at first it was university. I had exams until the 9th of June which were eating up all my free time. But afte... that? Honestly, a lack of motivation. Barring a few chapters I've barely written anything since then. I kind of want to, but I just haven't had the drive to do so. My summer's been spent catching up on gaming and TV shows, and really whenever I sit down to write I can barely bring myself to do it. There's also the problem that I've just this. Dalton is such a creep."Their mother retorted. "Mr. Dalton is a generous neighbor who is a lot less creepy than those boys you would hang about with in town in idle hours." ***********************************In the early morning hours, Stuie awoke with a start. Was there someone in the room or had he just been dreaming? His eyes adjusted to the darkness. The unmistable silhouette of his petite kid sister was standing at the end of her bed in her over sized tee shirt she wore at night. . .ok ok stop''i wasnt allowed to dress , i went on, in the sissy panty to get the place all cleani hated her for doing this i couldn't believe what she was doing to mei did it all and she smile, ''you can get dess now, but you keep this on, its yours now , you better always wear it , ill check on you''''......''i didnt want to talk i dress and went awayto see friends ,the sissy panty still on me under my boxeri spend the night in it and the feeling never left me, the smooth lingery made to rub. The firm was an independent contractor but one with strong ties to the U. S. government. Basically they wanted to hire me to go blow things up. There was a lot more Intel, their word not mine, but that was the meat and potatoes of it. I would head a crew that would help clean up the damage done to the infra structure in another country by the war. We would implode gutted buildings, several bridges that had been weakened by shelling needed to be brought down so new bridges could be built, and.