I could swear my butt was already tingling in anticipation. My cunt certainly was – the excitement of finally living out my fantasy was making me we... already. I took a deep breath. How much longer would Dave be? And what was he doing? Should I wait sitting here on the bed, or should I be standing when he comes in? Would it hurt a lot? Would I enjoy it as much as I thought I would? I got up, and then sat down on the edge again. I played with my hair. I smoothed my PJ trousers down along my. I took a long look at a bank, and my curiosity got the better of me. We found one with an open vault. The guys and I took a generator, big drill and lots of bits in there one day and started in on the safety deposit boxes. We collected the silver coins for smithing, the bulk gold for jewelry. Any nice jewelry we collected, too. That took care of the Christmas presents for the ladies. We had so much fun, we decided to do it again the next year. I told the guys what I'd read about a burning bar,. . After reviewing the chaos of the last forty-eight hours in his head he checked on his wounds, installed the shower curtain his Mother had set aside for him, dressed himself and went downstairs to eat some breakfast. Sitting at the table was his Father drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper, as usual he showed no recollection of the fight on the day before. It was always like this, Christopher wasn’t sure if his Father didn’t remember or didn’t want to face his mistakes. It didn’t. The truth was, this house was falling down around her, but she had barely been able to afford the mortgage, let alone pay for the repairs it needed. She’d got a great deal when she bought the place, plus she had needed a place in a hurry, or so she had believed until she’d realized she should have had the house appraised first. Too late Sarah had been locked into the investment with few options. ‘Um, well. You always meant to get around to them, but when you were home you always had other.