How did Lila understand me? Did she pick up on the word “pecans” that quickly, or is she already doing whatever Lobo does to understand me so well... Shit, I wish I had the education to figure out what’s going on.After dragging a flat rock in front of him, he positioned his cooking seat a little closer to the fire. With a fist-sized rock, he experimented until he learned to tap the nuts with just enough force to crack their soft shells, which, if done correctly, resulted in two perfect pecan. I thought that the luck is following my fate and replied ” I dont have spare dress as it will be stained by oil.He laughed and said that to wear his dress and then have a bath. I quickly went inside and searched in his wardrobe for his dress which is more revealing. I searched for a gym vest on white colour,but I find only a red colour vest and blue boxer (his underwear). I removed my top,pant. I decided to remove my bra and panties too and wore his outfit. The vest is so loose as he has bull. “I’m just kidding,” she said. Her eyes went down to the bulge in my pants and back up, meeting my eyes. She had that look – innocent and devilishly sly at the same time. She took my hand in hers and silently walked down the hallway with me in tow. I followed her into her room and she shut the door behind me. It was a little dark as the curtains were pulled shut. She sat me on the edge of her bed and stood above me. “No one can ever know about this,” she said, “You have to promise.” “I. There were others already inside the house, having waited for the target to begin going to bed. After weeks of watching the house, they knew her routine so well that they could predict her every move, but tonight was the night. Inside the house, Becca had flicked the TV off and yawning, stood up from the armchair to go to bed. It had been a long day and shed come home late, throwing PJs on and sitting down to watch an old sitcom, ignoring the tousled hair and smudged make up that she would.