She loved the sounds of raindrops, the sensuous feel of them falling on her skin. Most of all sheliked the way the drops slipped silently off the shin... black rain coatshe woreA short drive from her home was an old canal and tow path. The canal andits banks were overgrown over the hundred or more years of trees andbushes and a little brook trickled down the bottom when it rained. Thetow path has been paved over and was a favorite of joggers, walkers,bicyclists and roller bladers. This is another. There was no way I was coming out from underneath the table now. I heard them move into the open room adjacent to the dining room. Though my breathing was still heavy I could hear a fiddling and ruffling going on. Next thing I knew, my wife's skirt and blouse were thrown under the table to me along with a pair of men's trousers. I could hear my wife let out a gasp. A few moments later the sound of skin slapping and light grunts filled the room. I dared to slightly move the table cloth so I. We called the supervisor and wanted an explanation, Thursday evening he called as he was on his way to look at the damages.Since my wife was more upset about the situation I offered to take our daughter to dinner and drop her off for a planned spend the night, and she could deal with the landscapers. About an hour and a half after leaving, I returned and the landscape truck was still in our driveway. I didn’t think much of it as I opened the garage and walked into the house, the TV was on but. That would explain cold.Sound.Gentle breathing to his left.Jennifer. That would explain no blankets.Dave slowly rolled onto his side. Yep. Only a mass of red hair was visible, all the bed's blankets pulled tightly around her shoulders. He'd roll his eyes in exasperation if he could keep them open long enough.Fortunately, there was a cure for cold. Dave slowly wiggled forward, sliding the blankets up and then himself under them, nestling against Jennifer's bare skin. She stirred just a.