I can get my own cup of coffee, I don't want to see anyone scrimping again on firewood or coal, I don't like being cold I doubt you do either, yes I g...t mad and yell, I even stomp around and slam doors, I swear and mutter but I don't hit people, I don't dismiss people for no reason, you treat me fair and I'll do the same. If you can't live with that, if you think I'm not the type of person you want to work for let me or Riley know and I will give you a reference and a weeks extra pay to tide. She gave Nick’s arm a small pat as he walked by, not caring if her boss saw her do it. Nicky was a good cop and a good boy in her book. Not many people cared enough anymore to do the things that he did. Not many people cared enough to want to help an old woman when she needed help. He did. And she would tell the Sheriff so as soon as he had a second for her, whether he wanted to hear it or not. Louise closed the door behind them with a bang. Nick looked around the room. He was as uncomfortable. Reining in my basest instincts, I determine that this situation calls for a more subtle, but no less compelling, call to wakefulness. With feline stealthiness, I situate myself on my knees at your feet, a position at which I have prayed many times to my carnal goddess. Should this day’s offering please you, the morning aubade would become part of my daily repertoire. My hands come to rest on your knees with no more weight than a mouse and gently, I pry your legs aspread. Tucking my broad. I fell in love with this woman. She is the sweetest person I know, always helping someone out, never quick to judge anyone. She is easy to talk to, and we can be ourselves together.My life could not be more perfect.I walk in the front door, hearing music playing from the stereo in the kitchen. I set my briefcase down and go to find my woman. I stop in the doorway of our bedroom and cross my arms, a devious smile on my face.Emily is touching herself, a pink toy inside her pussy, eyes shut as she.