Wearing night shirts they played as normal girls would. Now and then I got a little glimpse of panty as the wrestled around which is my biggest niche....I have always loved a good upskirt shot ever since I was a k**. Well the more I watched the harder I got and started a slow jerk waiting for another little shot. Then they stopped wrestling around and I knew that was all II would see. I could hear them talking and noticed I didn't have volume all the way up so I turned it up to listen. They were. And then I was studying Twentieth Century poets, Frost, Eliot, Pound, Wallace Stevens, a bunch of others. I had never heard of you until I found your book in that used book store. I googled you and well, here I am.” “I know you’re here, but I’m not following you. Why are you here?” “I had to find out what was going on with me. So here I am. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you, talking about you. I can see now why Kevin was upset with me and why he couldn’t stand you, even. “Is there anything I can do for you today?” she asked in that flirty voice.“I just came back to town. I’ve been passing everything to you, remember,” I said.“Of course, I guess I’ll just run along. Luther has me checking on job leads,” she said.“Well good luck,” I replied.After she left I thought about what needed to be done before spring. I needed to find a helper before things got busy. After having that thought I promptly forgot it. I did one pickup and delivery every day for a week, of. It's been a rough dayand..." We said no smoking in the apartment, Jamie. Why didn't you gooutside?" Chris went to the patio door and slid it open despite thecool autumn air. "Or open a window?" I know, I know. I was just going to have one, but... Well I had the TVon and time just got away from me. Besides it's freezing out there."The smoke moved in lazy swirls as the outside air encroached into theroom. It was in the lower fifties outside. Chris had walked home fromwork wearing just a light.