I walked in through the door and fell to the floor and kissed a section of floor which wasn’t covered in a rug or carpet and kissed it. I got up and...saw a neat pile of laundered clothes – including Nathalie’s fishnet hold-ups on the bed. I smiled at the sight and put them all away in my many drawers and cupboards. The backpack lay forlorn and deflated in a corner of the room. And inspection revealed it was empty. I folded it up properly and it joined the clothes in my cupboards. The toiletries. Her breasts are plump but they aren't that big and shit. You can definitely tell they haven't been squeezed much because they plump but perky as shit. Her height also comes more from her legs. She got some long legs for her height. Her ass, fuck just imagine an typical 18 year old white girl from Girls Gone Wild or something then imagine a fucken small junk in the trunk kind of ass. Well anyways, She been crazy all her time I known her. When I say crazy, I mean she acts like this fucken horny. I thought I was pretty good, but those men could dot the I's on a printed page at a hundred paces.One night it really did look like we had the British on the run, but then at dawn we ran up against a rearguard of Hessians holding the bridge at New Brunswick. Stubborn bunch, they were. I splashed one in the river, but we were ready to hightail it until Morgan's men arrived. Then the big Germans started falling in rows and piles, and we had them on the run. Wayne and Greene were soon there with. Well, improbable, anyway. He never was very enthuisiastic about household tasks, but he finally ceased totally and without exception to do anything useful around here at all. He didn't even take out the garbage, and everybody knows that's what men are for. Oh, he'd say he'd do something--it just never got done. His brother came to stay with us for a month, and it got even worse. Finally, however, I discovered a perfect, foolproof solution to this distasteful situation. I thought.My friend Beth.