‘Xander, I’m sorry,’ I muttered, as his shadow fell over me, ‘I know I said I wouldn’t but…SHE WAS OUR DAUGHTER, goddamn it!’ ‘Come on... then,’ he said gently, coming down the stairs to meet me. He took my hand and led me down the last two steps into the root cellar. He was nude and smelled of mint, having just showered, this glorious man for whom I’d long ago given up my so-called life in New York and come out to the flat plains of the Midwest. I touched the tribal tattoo on his chest, looked. Because I was regularly working in this many locations I had the opportunity to meet a variety of people. This story is about one really neat person named Misty. One day on my way home i stopped at one of our stores for some bud light and milk. While waiting in line to check I noticed the store asst manager training a new person. The newbie was smiling and interacting really well with each customer. When I got closer i noticed she had a real friendly smile and the most energetic eyes behind a. Around 5:15 there was a knock at the door. Susan peered through the peephole in the door to make sure it was Jeff before opening it. "Wow, Mrs. Jenkins. You look fantastic! You already are making me hard!" Jeff exclaimed as she led him into the room. "Let me see you," Jeff asked, as he threw the package he was carrying onto the bed. As Susan stood facing him, the light from the window outlined her naked body beneath the black lace, her breasts and nipples clearly visible. A movement caught. "Look at my shoe for me, Jon," Mom said, dropping her foot and using the other to help pull herself around to face me more directly. "See if the heel's broken."I knelt down in front of Mom, taking the foot she lifted toward me, and looked at the shoe. But my eyes immediately slid up to Mom's knees and beyond when I realized that her legs were open and she had pulled her dress very high so she was free to lift her leg. My hand slid under the sole of her shoe and my thumb slipped between the shoe.