That caused him to do a quick mental assessment of the ball of twine: would it be long enough? He thought it should be, so he tied his twine through t...e staple and fixed it securely with a bowline knot. Now, keeping the twine slack, he unwound it as he walked towards the closest tree. His guess was accurate enough, for on reaching the tree, he still had part of his ball intact, if somewhat small. He laid it down on the grass, and returned to the house. Going inside, he spoke to the watching. They had "clicked" in a big way, and though she could not explain why, she knew that it had probably saved her life.He never gave up on her. She thought back to the times when life seemed to be overwhelming her, and always, he was there to comfort her, cheer her up and restore her spirit. Now, she could accept her deafness. She knew that it was just another bump in the road of her life. Thanks to Chris, she had learned to use her memories of sounds to fill in for what she could no longer hear.. I turn my head to look and notice that Professor Hunter is walking behind us. "Well, hello there Isobel. Hey Issack," Professor Hunter addresses us both. We both say our hello's at the same time and Professor Hunter raises his eyebrows at us, questioningly. "I didn't know you two were a couple," he states, but it sounds like an accusation pointed directly at me. "Uh, n-" "Yes, we are a couple," Issack says, cutting me off before I could even say anything. "Been together for about, two years?". The logical place to do them was between me and the fence where there was lots of space but I decided to do them in the lot smaller space between me and the young men. I spent the next 30 minutes or so doing most of the exercises that I’d done at the gym, even doing the standing splits. It felt funny doing the ordinary splits when I got right down and my pussy rested on the sand. I realised that I’d have to go for another swim afterwards to get the sand that had stuck to my wet pussy off.I did.