He told me he was heading for California to look for a new way to make a living. I told him that maybe he could find a Contractor that wanted to hire ... Lineman that knew the equipment to work in his warehouse and yard. I said that he might be able to find work as an Operator or even a Grunt. He said "But I'm a Lineman! I wouldn't work as an Operator or a Grunt." I said "Take what you can get. You weren't a good Lineman before the accident." He walked to his car and drove off. I hope he found. ’‘Don’t be sassing that fake Irish ta me. Answer honest.’‘No doubt.’‘Emmm. Make yerself useful then.’He tapped the counter as he straightened away, thelilting accent threading through his words making theinstruction sound less important than it was. It hadrepeatedly proved all too easy for me to get lost in themelodic sound of Pearce’s words. Pair the musical qualityof his voice with the fact that he was filled with your basicnever-met-a-stranger Irish blarney charm and it was easyto miss that. So simple, so universal, but so damn sweet to the ears. Nina kept sucking, but looked up at Emily in acknowledgment. That must have been a turn-on for Emily, because she sucked some air in through her teeth, let it out in a sigh. “You want it from behind? Or do you wanna ride me? Or we can do it old-school... me on top of you, fucking you hard, watching your face... tell me what you want, Nina?”Nina didn’t know what she wanted. She sat up, looked Emily in the face, and accepted the kiss Emily. This will hurt, but you'll learn a lesson."Susanne bravely bends over my lap indeed, where I sit at the terrace in the front of her small flowery garden.Susanne bravely hikes her tennis skirt up, revealing her white bums, which were never really kissed by the sun. Susanne first feels my left hand, rythmically switching from left to right in sets of six at each side. Next I caress.Susanne obediently gets up at her feet to fetch from her kitchen some useful utensils like a large wooden.