Our collection is once a week, on a rotating schedule that shifts with each holiday. It's exactly the kind of thing that Bill usually takes care of, b...cause we both know that I would screw it up. ADD is like that.For the first three weeks, I got it right. I got the containers to the curb on the right day and got them back in the garage evening. He even kissed me each time he arrived home and saw that it had been taken care of.Then, the fourth week, I completely forgot. No change in schedule or. ”Hurst snorted, “That would be dangerous.”I smiled and headed to the Keep to talk to the duke. By the side door were two richly dressed merchants that wouldn’t normally stand out but the way they stood as a servant talked to the militia guards told me everything I needed to know. I quickened my pace and drew a spike as the militia corporal shook his head, “I don’t care what issue they have. They have to file…”I threw the spike as the servant’s hand started the move that would end the corporal’s. Not with her on my mind. * My key slid into the door - the perfect fit. My eyes looked up at the 10 steps that led up to my flat. 1... 2... I thought about him, his eyes, his laughter. 3... 4... the way that he stared at me like I was the only one that mattered. 5... 6... The way his hair was at a funny angle. 7... 8... and his lopsided grin that showed shiny white teeth. 9...10... I reached the top of the stairs in a daze. I could feel the juices swelling up inside me and I knew that I needed. Two minutes later she was squealing, "Aaaaa, stop, stop that tickles."He had used the towel to clean their bodies of most of the evidence of their sex play, but now he was using a fluffy, dry edge to torture her into laughter. She giggled and gasped as she ineffectually fought to defend her ribcage. But she noticed that his cock never got soft. Hell, it was as rigid as ever, plus, he had worked his way between her legs. Her pussy was very exposed and very wet. Finally, the tickling ended and.