I could make out more detail this time, though not much. His face and body seemed to be decorated in elaborate patterns using what could have been pai...t or even tattoos. Some of the patterns, though, were scar tissue. I stood looking at him for a moment, and he seemed oblivious of my scrutiny — watching me rather than the mirror. After a few seconds I turned to face him, and he was gone. A couple of quick steps into the next room confirmed that he had in fact vanished."Okay, that's just. " She exposed her black slip. "Oh," she said. "I don't know." She reached back and unzipped her skirt, and dropped it at her feet. She laughed a bit. "You know," she said, "when I first discovered those come stains in my panties, I was glad. Oh, so many times I've masturbated, wearing the same panties, feeling the come stains on my ass, or rubbing against my pussy. Oh!" She lifted her slip up over her body, and I saw that, while her bra was also black, and straining to hold in her breasts, her. As I hesitated those same words were stridently repeated as I began to realise that perhaps this had not been such a good idea after all. It was, however, the look on her face that made me have second thoughts about the wisdom of my actions of a few moments ago in so deliberately exhibiting my cock. It was fear of that look than soon had me following Mia, stark naked, like a lamb to the slaughter, as I followed her through a series of rooms back to the reception, chandelier, fireplace and all.. "Your grandfather told me that you have a problem here that could use my assistance." What problem?" William asked wondering what kind of details his grandfather had provided the Druid about his neighbors."You have a neighbor with an emotional disorder," answered the Druid."I guess you could say that," said William. He looked up at the sky and watched a small bug fly past. It was hard to say if Teenage Wasting Disease was really an emotional problem or a problem with seeing reality."I'm a.