" I can't thank you enough."Well, I'm probably not Mr. Fixit, but when they've trained you to fix nuclear reactors, what's a little dishwasher. Pumps ...nd Pipes, and electrical shit-I can figure it out. Married housing was about a mile from the BEQ so I grabbed my bike and pedaled over to Alicia's.I knocked on her door and heard, "Hi, Joe. I'm glad you could help me with this. It's made quite a mess. The hose blew off and it took me ten minutes to shut the water off. I got soaked."No shit, she. Please don't worry about it." I really will, you know. Pay you back, I mean." She paused. "I know this whole thing will get straightened out, and... well, when it does, we're not rich, but we will definitely be able to do..."I looked at her. "Lauren," I said. "I still have no idea what's happening here. But one thing I know for sure is that I can afford this, and I want to help you get to the bottom of whatever happened. Please — accept this in friendship."She nodded soberly."And," I couldn't. ..........more to followYou might ask where the adult supervision was, but the truth is I believe we all inherited the perverted gene from our parents . So for instance when my father came in one day to find my sister Mary bouncing her cunt on my six-inch cuockrr. For a while he just sat and watched as his youngest daughter took care of his cock without missing a beat. instead, he reached over and started fingering Marys ass and when he immediately noticed her enthusiasm got behind her as i. She could just say she was having a clear out but how would she explain the flex she had cut from the iron and the box of bull-dog clips? After they had sat down to a cup of tea Celia started quizzing her daughter. “I thought you would have called or popped round yesterday. Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine Mummy. I was just getting caught up with housework and stuff” Celia could always tell when her daughter was lying or hiding something. “I have some arnica cream for you, it does wonders for.