Several times Byron Reynolds gave her suspicious glances, making her feel like a naughty schoolgirl. And Alibarran didn’t help, frequently suggestin... more efficient ways of doing things until she explained about the library’s ISO 9001 qualification and the set processes she wasn’t allowed to deviate from unless she went through another set of processes to justify each deviation and then waited for her manager’s permission. And knowing Byron Reynolds, that permission wouldn’t be forthcoming.At. Shit, maybe the thing is worth something, so I pick it up.There I was, standing there covered with mud and holding my fishing pole in one hand and that stupid urn in the other. I looked down at my self and thought, "God damn, I wish this mud was somewhere else." The next thing I know, my clothes are spotlessly clean. "Shit, how did that happen?"A voice inside my head answered, "I was merely following your orders, Master."Man, you talk about something guaranteed to scare you shitless, that was. “I promise.” She pulled his face to hers for a deep kiss. Eventually, Lenny felt himself shrink, and fall out of Sally’s tortured little snatch. He rolled to the side, but maintained the kiss.Sally could feel his spend oozing out of her, and pulled away from the kiss, searching for something to wipe up with. She rolled over, and found a t-shirt on the floor, picking it up and shoving it between her legs. “Wow, Lenny, you must have cum a gallon inside me!”“You got all I had, kiddo.” Lenny lay on. " Finally the house went quiet and we all went to our own separate dreams wondering what tomorrow would bring. We only had the one bathroom in the house. Sharing had worked out well. Melinda would get up and prepare to go out looking for work. After she left at around nine o'clock I'd use the facilities. Finally Chris, who slept in with her chronic pain to a later hour, would get up around ten or eleven in the morning. After that night, I was prepared to really sleep in, but something.