I wanted to be like him in terms of his personality traits. It’s also possible he was the kind of man who makes me horny. I was too old for him, but...Nature could give a fuck about that, and I convinced myself that he needed some sexual education so he could learn how not to want to fuck me in his dreams.What I mean is that he needed to learn how to dream good things, instead of dark, possibly hurtful situations. After all ... what might happen if he had a dream about killing someone? If he. I’ll, uh, come in as soon as that guy Walter goes, OK? As soon as you don’t have company.’ There, I said it. I wasn’t an effective manager Friday, and was out the door at 4, plowing through the weekend’s traffic. I got to Lexington at 8:40 and parked my car across the street from Barbara’s house. It was a nice September evening: a sweater was enough to keep me warm. I was hot and bothered anyway. I went through the gate to the fenced in yard, where I found two plastic lawn chairs set up, one. .Present - Mike - At the cabinI get my two new wheelchairs set up to my liking (however not perfectly) and head to Ben's cabin site. I was pissed as hell because last night's operation ended up being a huge Mongolian Cluster Fuck. The fucking drone didn't track Ben and his mystery accomplice leaving the area, it tracked Stacy Summers and Samantha Stevens. I guess one of them decided it wasn't safe to sleep in their tents in the compound so they decided to spend the night under the stars - this. "Good night, sir," Jason said, returning to his job search for Jordan.Johanson walked out to the parking lot, got into his blue Mustang andstarted the car. He enjoyed its throaty rumble for a second.'I wonder if Jordan would like a ride in a classic car like this oneday,' he mused to himself.He swiped his key-card at the exit and the gate went up, but just as hewas about to turn right to head home, he turned left instead.* * *Jordan took the shopping bag full of breast forms into the spare.