An hour or two of adding finishing touches and it would be ready to take for framing. I could finish it tomorrow.Hanna showed up a little while later,...reminding me that she was here to work that stretch as hard as I could take like I’d asked.We spent the next hour on her punishing me extensively. Between grunts I asked her what equipment I could get for the garage that would help.“I’ve been thinking of hanging a heavy bag in there for a while,” I mentioned.“Not a bad idea, but you could get a. Not many parents would even consider allowing their kid to have the kind of relationships you allow yours.”“Because society has gone ‘full retard’ on childrearing,” I groused. “I swear, it’s like my mom wrote the ‘How to fuck up your kids’ book and everyone is not only buying it, but taking it as Gospel. What are you doing for Davey?”“Don Edson, the Sheriff, took him camping last fall. He’ll take him hunting this summer.”I chuckled, “You’re going to let your son shoot Bambi’s mom?”“You know I’m. Or maybe in the summer, with nothing?” “Pardon? Nothing?” “Like when the nights become hot and you just want the breeze from the window. Then I sleep in nothing. Is the same for you?” “No… yes!” “No… yes? What you mean, Ben? Is the thought of me in nothing making you happy?” “No!” “No? Then why are you not mending my drawer? Do you have a hard-on, Ben? Is okay, you can tell Martina. It can be our fantasy.” Ben couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This wasn’t in his repertoire. “Oh fuck,. She was wearing jeans and a multi coloured slip type top, she was very attractive and pleasent. "Can you pass me a box from up there please" she said, "Certainly" I answered, and somehow we got chatting.She was 62 and married, her husband was in banking doing a 9-5 job which left her on her own all day. As we chatted she bent down for something off the bottom shelf and she looked sexy from behind, "Do you like what you see" she said, "I certainly do" I replied. As she stood up she took me by.