“I’ve missed you,” he said. She replied, “And I’ve missed parts of you.” A Thursday night, which meant she fixed dinner for their once-a-...eek shared “special” meal. “Got a plan, baby,” she said. “Let’s just eat, then we’ll decide what’s next, okay?” “Okay by me. I’m tired. It’s not easy to sit in a plane for several hours and basically do nothing. It’s like sitting at a desk all day.” She’d debated with herself whether to actually keep the secret of last weekend, or just go ahead and. We finally decided that the extra chips in front of me were the value of my shirt, and since it wasn't fare to take any value from Samantha's panties, the extra would be added to the value of my briefs.That's when it hit me that Samantha was going to have to take off her shorts and shirt again. I adjusted myself without thinking about having an audience. That made Samantha giggle, but she got totally serious when she asked me if I was ready for her to give me her shirt and shorts. This time. He was lethargic either way; his actions were merely to fulfil basic bodily needs and were basically done by instinct.Little did he know, the vague drive was the combined effort of his Infernal instinct and the cocooned beast in his dantian.Two hours after the meals and placing the bowl back near the shaft, Zax used the toilet, the only utility in the vault.Six hours later the bowl was gone and he went to sleep.This was Zax’s routine in the past seven and a half months.... Day. It still might not happenAnd then, we were home. I seemed to have so many places to call home. And this one was one of the better ones. I was closer to Mum and Dad than I had been since I'd left to go to university. The feeling that I was growing away from them and my roots had gone. Robert had brought me back to stay. I didn't get to play snooker, but I talked to Mum as I hadn't done for ages - ever. I emptied my heart. All the fears and worries I'd never told her because I thought she.