I could tell thathe would prefer to get to it, but he had worked so hard that I sat downand we ate what he prepared. I didn't find it strange that thi... was thefirst time Jimmie had ever served me dinner, let alone prepared ithimself."It's delicious," I told him."Dr. Zaaijer suggested I learn to cook. I just love it. You think thisis good, it's nothing compared to my triple fudge cake."I had been watching my calories recently, but I wasn't going todisappoint Jimmie. He was right, it was. She had promised herself after she'd finished the last glass that there would be no more drinking but she was so distraught from the waiting that she couldn't resist having something to soothe her frayed nerves. The shadows lengthened across the living room from the windows, but she didn't feel like getting up and turning on the lights. Somehow, she didn't want to face the brightness they would bring, not before her daughter was back with her again.Damn, she moaned under her breath as she took. Perhaps I could traverse them in a confusing pattern rendering my scent less useful to her, then once she was in the caves I could make my run for, where, I wondered. Anywhere I went still carried my scent with me, I’d have to stay ahead of her somehow. I immediately came back to the caves. Between them, and the cornfield that stretched over them and to the north I figured there were enough nooks and crannies that I could play an elaborate game of hide and seek. If I revisited enough places and. You reach back and try to recover your modesty, then you realize it's a no win situation, as your very positioning has anchored everything, what you intended for your own titillation, is now in the public domain, you need assistance, and are in danger of getting more than you bargained for.The door opens, you see a pair of feet, which then straddle you, and a pair of warm hands rest on your exposed buttocks.You ask, 'Who is there'?Silence!Then you feel him against you, his penis is out and.