What a great stomachWe exchanged greetings as we crossed paths most mornings. We eventually added a smile to our greetings.One morning as I was headed...back to the house I saw her running towards me. As I drew closer she tripped and fell to the ground. As I slowed I could see her in obvious pain, holding her ankleI leaned my bike against a nearby tree and went to her aid"Are you okay"She kind of smiled but then grimaced again in obvious pain"Not really" Yeah, stupid question"I examined her ankle. Stephie and Ashley had progressed in karate, and were well on their way towards eventual black belts, with Birgit just ahead of them.Jessica was, to our annoyance, but as we’d expected, passed over for the Chief Attending role in the ER. I’d been tempted to intervene, but my father-in-law, Al Barton, had insisted I had to stay out of it. We’d had our one and only serious argument over Jessica’s treatment by the hospital administration but, in the end, he had convinced me to back down.Kara, on. She looks around and doesn't see anyone but still gets that feeling. She reaches and turns the light out so that she can see into the night better. She kind of likes it to be honest. She is an exhibitionist and loves to be watched. But this is a sexual feeling almost like who ever it is watching her knows her.She keeps catching a glimpse of something moving on the third floor opening. Every time she looks up there is nothing there and she is getting very aroused because she can feel the passion. Had managed to take more or less all property from my Grandpa, he was doing exceptionally well and he wouldnt hesitate to make sure we knew. His sons too were arrogant sons of a bitch who I would have loved to just slap shitless one day. But I couldnt do much about it as recently, my own dad had been reliant on borrowing money from my uncle a lot. If he didnt, we'd end up loosing all our things instantly to loansharks and banks. So I had to just let it all slide. Things at home were pretty.