‘City hens’ are big these days. Growing tomato plants out on the fire escape. People miss feeling connected to something more than just concrete.�...� ‘So is this what you do for a living? You’re a journalist?’ Liesel cocked her head at his question. ‘Well, I write freelance. I’m doing this newspaper job right now, I’ve done a little technical writing. And I do fiction, too.’ ‘Who do you submit to?’ Liesel choked on her tea, and their eyes met. It seemed like he was smirking, but she wrote it off. “I’ll pop by with the keys Monday morning after my Sunday night shift,” he said. “Tell Melanie I love her.”“She’s right here,” Bonnie said, smiling broadly over how Sean really seemed to have started something that first night he forgot the keys in his pocket. Bonnie then placed the wireless phone up to Melanie’s ear so Sean could tell her everything herself. All Melanie could do was roll her eyes, shake her head and say “Hmmm (men)!”And then the next guy in line inserted his cock in the O-ring. We spread our towels and enjoyed the sun the wind that had stopped us water skiing blocked on this stretch of the river. Anne was quietly letting me know which of the guys she fancied one stood out as far as I could see, young, blonde hair, around six foot and even after coming out of the cold River Murray he was well endowed as he passed us to where his towel was Anne gave him an appreciative smile. Don't get me wrong the other guys weren't bad and on another day they might have fitted in. "Grimbald, you're all fucking heart. See yourself out boys." She cooed rubbing her sweaty long pins together curling up in the big bed. "Well," she thought," might as well get used to the luxury."Grimbald nodded politely and quickly dressed. As the two men left he gave her a curt smile. "I really did enjoy my hand up your ass Mrs Thorne." He said with a wicked glint in his eye.Michelle gave him an angry but victorious glare back."Like I said Mr Grimbald, see yourself out."Michelle work early.