Oh well, let me clean this stuff off and get to bed. Uh oh, the make-up, especially the eye liner and mascara was not coming off with soap and water. ...reat, I forgot to buy make-up remover. Now what? I continued to wash and scrub my face until I got all of it off but not before I irritated the skin around my eyes from rubbing them with a wash cloth. What was a not great experience turned into a full fledged disaster when I felt how raw my skin was. Shit! Experience is a bitch of a teacher. I. We decided to make as many trips as we could to collect salt. We could easily store it in our cave and have it available when the asteroid finally hit. I hoped to collect several tons before we quit.We had found several streams nearby stocked with fish as eager to bite as those at my original fishing hole by the boat. I dug a couple of pools as best I could with the homemade shovel I made from a scrap of steel and a small tree limb. These pools were within easy walking distance of our cave, so. One day when driving back from work Samantha was complaining about her landlord, not doing enough to get stuff fixed, her daughter’s bedroom door was broken. “Tell me about it, my landlady as been riding my ass all day,” I exclaimed. “Why?” Samantha replied. “The cracks on my bedroom wall.” “Cracks?” “Yeah from my bed headboard. Bang. Bang. Bang.” With every bang I beeped the vehicle horn, startling an old couple on the sidewalk. Samantha burst out laughing and couldn’t stop laughing for five. K and this always makes me super horny, especially seeing guys going home from work with no shirts on, or girls in teeny tiny skirts and tops, dressing like I do when I'm a sissyI messaged him and told him it was difficult, his response? "Your discomfort amuses me"Day 2It is my usual habit to go to a cruising ground (Dunstable Downs, Bison Hill for anyone who knows it) local to my work once a week, which I did. I saw a few guys looking for action, but wasn't sure I was allowed to be used at.