I pulled out the one remaining tape set; the bible. It said it was sixty hours, and the very least it would be noise that could keep me company until ... reached my next stop. “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.” It began. I continued driving for ten or eleven hours not really listening to what was playing and only stopping a handful of times to. This was swift becoming one of the sexiest and most mortifying moments of Walter's life; he knew beyond doubt that his dreams would consist of those two luscious teardrops for many nights to come."They are nice," she admitted, pleased. She looked up at Walter, who at this point was pointedly looking away. "Do you like them, Walter? I trust your opinion more than anyone else, I think."Walter nodded without looking. "They're perfect, Miss Widmore," he said in a strained voice, which earned. ‘And what’s that?’ Luke asked, pointing toward a shining celestial object ascending in the west. Doreen studied it for a moment. ‘Jupiter,’ she replied. ‘Hey, Doreen,’ Luke said, and she turned to him. ‘You’re happy here, aren’t you? With me?’ She wanted to ask what prompted that question, but he looked away from her, back up at the sky. ‘Of course I am. Happier than I’ve ever been.’ He smiled, and Doreen stepped closer to him, slipping her hand in his. ‘In fact, I might just stay here with. But in that moment, I also caught sight of his reflection in the mirror opposite and for just a couple of seconds, I saw his neat bush of dark brown hair, his soft, uncut cock and some lovely “low-hanging” balls, nicely uncovered by hair. Then it was gone, as he caught my gaze in the mirror.“Like what you see?” he taunted, as he pulled the shorts up and adjusted his tackle – down the right leg, I noticed.I smiled, “Hmm,” I said. “Hmm,” he repeated.The shorts were dead sexy, of course, and I.