Not like ‘honest,’ like actually honest. Not the honest people liked to hear.Phil swallowed his bite of food. “I like a challenge.” he began, ...urprising even himself. “When I saw you there, at the library, hunched up like that, it only made me more curious. I’ve had my fair share of girls but more often than not they fall into my arms and spread their legs pretty well immediately. I kinda see it as a sport - y’know, ‘can I do it?’”“What is ‘it’?” Olivia asked calmly, digesting his confession. She reluctantly scuffed into the bathroom to begin her morning routine.As I dressed, my mind was thinking about all the things that I needed to get accomplished today before we head out on our trip tomorrow.I felt that Taco Sunday was the perfect way to release all the tension that had built up from the shooting, from the FBI investigation, and from the party not being anywhere as successful as we had anticipated.Once dressed, I grabbed my keys, my phone off the charger, and my wallet and. ”Her skirt reaches the point that she can flash her backside to us. It’s a big backside, but firm, wrapped in a little pair of red panties, and sitting atop thick but smooth thighs.We cut to a friendly looking little guesthouse on the seafront. Then inside, to one of the bedrooms where we find Carol, the woman in red, sitting with Rebel, her large, black, long haired German Shepherd. Same dress as last time we saw her, but this time her hair and make-up are her own work. Plenty of red lipstick. To get through the gate, a visitor must first press the buzzer, and then wait for John to release the lock."It's that Benson kid," John said looking down at the car and the figure standing next to the gate and pushing the button opening the gate. "He's a good kid. Kinda, naïve, but so was I at his age."John Noland is an artist; a maker of pots, vases, etcetera, whose works of art may be seen in galleries and private collections throughout the West. He is a man approximately sixty years old,.