I noticed her shiver with the cold as she stepped out of the van. Ian Stead turned to her and they kissed before she crossed the road and headed up th... road to her house.I was not over suprised at seeing her only partly dressed I had twice seen her naked in the street. It seemed a few women in my street liked to walk around naked in public.It was a few days later that there was a knock on my door. I opened the door and there she stood, the woman from number 30 who I had seen leaving Ian Steads. "But we need to understand. I tell you first how it was to us, how we remember. We think you attack"—he gestured with a fist pounding into his other palm—"you try to kill us, make us die, when we offer peace, we come in peace." He extended his arms in the peace gesture both species had used. "But we do not know why, what reason."The native seemed frozen. It neither spoke nor moved. But Igwanda noticed that its eyes had enlarged significantly and, glancing around unobtrusively, that those of the. "Then let go and have fun," Stacy urged. "It's probably your one and only chance."LeighAnn impulsively kissed her on the cheek. "You're right. I'm off to get laid by a terrific looking stud. I am going to have fun," she concluded definitively, then stepped purposefully up the stairs.Stacy admired her as she climbed. Her tight, white middy tube set off her tanned midriff. Her white short-shorts clung to her, showing off her long, shapely legs. Stacy curled in a corner of the long,. She’s taking up as much of the bed as she can, and she’s wearing an old set of cotton “not tonight” pajamas my wife was planning on throwing away months ago.I can hear the ceiling fan. It’s on medium which gets the bed too cold, and its making that odd sound.The sheets have been changed to an old set of dark red silk sheets, the color of dried blood. They go with nothing in the room. My wife made a good choice.I slide in behind the Bitch.She’s awake, but she doesn’t move. My wife always turns.