This time, even more of her butt was exposed, as she pulled up on the leg band. Her legs were slightly spread. I could just make out the mound of her ...ussy lips between her legs. “I’m afraid you have a pretty bad welt. I’m so sorry. It’ll probably take a few days to go away.” “Isn’t there anything to make the pain go away?” “Well, I guess you could put some ice on it. Why don’t you go back to your room and I’ll bring you an ice pack.” “Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Uncle Bob.” “I think. I'm Linda," she said with a big smile on her face."So, what are you doing here?" I asked. She was standing in front of the boxes of garbage disposals. It was pretty obvious she was shopping for a garbage disposal, but, I was desperate to change the subject."I'm shopping for a garbage disposal. Mine broke, so I have to get a new one. Problem is, I have no idea how to install it. Neither does Rosa." Well, I think I can help." I watched a lot of This Old House. I was pretty sure I could remember. I just laughed and went with it when “I’m only Happy When It Rains” began. We had fun, sang and danced, flirted and got to know each other. I watched, as conspicuously as I could, my Master hanging out with his wife and friends. In my watching, I saw him watching me, as conspicuously as possible. My heart did flips but … well, we have already established that I had had too much to drink, and at Carrie’s instigation looked through the book with the “different” music. In my tipsy state it. But at least it wasn't as bad as last week. The rain had been so heavy the week before that the dirt-track back down into Seven Lakes - a rustic town so stuck-in-the-past that they were still using horse and cart to get around - had been washed away.He had been living at the cabin in the hills above Seven Lakes for just over a year, earning just enough money from his paintings to buy new supplies and put aside a little for a rainy day.'Well', he thought to himself turning back to the drawings.