GaNerfs crawled, moved with purpose. In the fire the few remaining embers softly glowed a dull amber, their fuel almost exhausted. The rest of the fir... was dead, gray ash cooling slowly. Undisturbed by the arrival of the tractor, GaNerfs continued their activity. Two females worked toward replenishing the nest. Hind legs pierced warm flesh and deposited eggs. In five days the hatchlings would emerge, hungry from accelerated growth. Right arm outstretched, Thorne’s hand held the gun. Wade’s. Parnell watched the two boys who were hard at work. She was having second thoughts, wondering if she had made a good decision to hire them to clean the office building she owned. They were so young, but they had come across very professionally in selling the idea of contracting their cleaning service. Their professionalism aside, she had been more tempted by the chance to get the cleaning of the common area off her shoulders.The price they had quoted her was reasonable. There were seventeen. But -- me? I hadn't even gotten to first base with any of the girls my own age, and now this older woman was offering everything. I didn't know what to do -- I mean, I knew what I wanted to do, but should I? And if I did, what if I did something wrong?I don't know if Aunt Sandy saw the emotions on my face or if she just sensed them, but she did exactly the right thing, taking it very slow. As she'd been talking to me, she had taken a couple of steps toward me. The spray from the shower was. Once I even brought up the thought of her being with a black guy, and omg she got so upset with me. We are both East Indians by the way and even the thought of an Indian girl being with a black guy is shunned upon. But such a big turn on for me. I don't know what got over me but I posted an add on Craigslist with her pic saying I need a friend for my wife. I was amazed at the immediate responses I got from all types of men. But only one caught my attention, his name was Damien. He was.