He did clean up well, although his idea of cleaning up was a black blazer over a red graphic tee and a pair of jeans. ‘You should have shaved, bud,�...� he said to himself, rubbing the stubble on his chin. ‘She would have come if you’d shaved.’ Sighing, he slipped out of the bathroom, deciding to call it quits for the night and head home. And then, across the room, the vision of her changed everything. For a moment, that’s what he thought she was: a vision. A figment of his imagination. But when. “But I can’t promise you anything. Keep some cash handy, because he’s gonna want to be paid in cash if he takes you.”I was sound asleep early Friday morning, when a knock on the door woke me up. I called out to acknowledge to whom ever, got up and slipped on my shorts, because I’ve always slept nude. In the darkness of the early morning, I opened the door slightly to converse with my caller. He was the friend of the waitress and was willing to take me to where I could view, but not talk to my. Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With everything else going to hell around us... Tristan: Morgana, please. First of all, you would have saved the girl too. Maybe you could have found a way to divert that hov-tractor after it got hacked, or whatever, but in the moment, you would have done the exact same thing... Morgana: (sigh) you’re right.Tristan: I wasn’t finished. The SECOND thing is that you know Lancelot’s feelings on the Donovan girl, and. Her slender legs were long and as they disappeared into her shorts she could see a hint of Mary's ass. Ann asked would you like some help tomorrow. Giving Ann a hug Mary said I don't want to be a bother. Nonsense Ann said. I'll bring breakfast tacos and we can get started early. Closing the door Ann pushed her hand into her pants. Slipping under her panties, she rubbed her smooth vagina. As a wave washed over her, Ann wished it was marrys hand giving her pleasure. The next morning Mary was.