“I’m Maya, the co-owner.” (Okay, I fibbed a bit, but I do own 5% I earned for working extra hard). “My sister owns 50%, but she had a family ...mergency, I don’t usually work this late on Wednesdays.”Brett grinned, he had amazing eyes – they seemed to go from brown to a green when he smiled. “Ah, that’s why I’ve never seen you. I’ll have to start coming in on a different day.”Fine with me handsome, I thought to myself. He appeared to be about 30, nicely spoken, sandy hair with a smattering of. There was only so much daytime TV I could stomach, and there was kind of a limit to how many times a day I could wank To help pass the time every other day or so I would walk down to the village- maybe buy some bread or milk or whatever.Around this time my tights fetish was near it's zenith. I was in the habit of going for walks wearing a pair of (more or less) opaque tights. I would wander the roads and paths, experiencing a mild thrill each I met a car or a hiker or a dog walker. As this was. The dog wasn't too crazy about the idea, but the drag wasn't too bad on him, and they took it easy, running up and down the runway a couple of times, working on the commands a little. It took a bit of thinking and some work with a leash for Mark to get the dog started on the command, "Hike" -- in other words, get moving, but Cumulus got the idea fairly quickly. Mark didn't make it a long session, but realized he'd have to do it maybe two or three times a day, every day, for a while, just to. Seeing the glow in their eyes when they looked at each other put a grin on Bobby's face that was hard to take off.On the adult side, Porter's grandmother Muriel Wilson was being treated like royalty by Barbara and Raul, as well as Ron Harris and Sandy Goodwin. They found Muriel's self deprecating humor endearing, and the love she displayed towards Julie, her adopted grandchild, made her new friends all make silent promises to themselves to look after this special lady.Another glowing couple was.