Thus he harnessed fire for warmth or tocook his meat. Or on a night and in a place like this, he used it tochase away the dark, to expose terrors that...lurked inside the shadows.However, for this particular man, the lantern provided nothing morethan light to see, for he knew the woods held nothing more dangerousthan he. So had learned the predators that slunk, just beyond thelantern's light, and so learned the pathetic, defeated survivors of thelate war. Little more than scarecrows, skeletal. What are my other options? I’m not interested in a brothel or a spa for a massage with a happy ending. Even if I wanted to pay, if the two guys I am traveling with send word back to headquarters, I’m out of a good job without them batting an eye. It happened last year to one of the more disgusting coworkers we had. I stuck with looking online and browsing the surrounding city once I moved out of quarantine. The other apps didn’t really have any better ***********ion than Tinder. I was bored in. Well, maybe not for my eyes. The pupils must’ve been fucking huge. But on the inside I was a molotov cocktail ready to explode. Emphasis on the cock. The walk over to her desk felt like years, but was only seconds. I know, because I counted the steps in order to try and calm myself slightly. She heard me, looked up. She looked confused, but… intrigued. Opening my mouth, I was planning on saying something like, “What’d you get for question two?” but apparently my subconscious had other ideas.. We ate dinner and I said my goodbyes as I told her I was sleeping at a friends house. I gave her a hug and said “Thanks Mom! I love you” and left the house. I only left the house to climb back into my window that I left unlocked. Time goes by as she perfectly went into her room to get ready for bed. I hear her soap operas playing in the background in her room. She was inside her room doing whatever she was doing. Lights still on. I tip toed my way to her door and got on the floor hands and.