The doors were just closing and he yelled but was too late. He grabbed his cell phone and called her. “Hello,” said Savanna. “Savanna,” h... said, “get back here, we’re leaving.” “Why are we leaving, did you get one of those houses?” She asked. “I’ll explain later, right now I need you to pack your things as quickly as you can.” Savanna had to go all the way to the ground floor before she could start back up. As other people were going up with her, the elevator made several stops before. ‘Ah…..I…..uh,’ he floundered. ‘You control the water temperature with the dial there,’ he pointed out, completely stating the obvious. ~ Was that a hint of colour in his cheeks, she thought. Is he blushing? ~ She silently let out the breath she was holding. ‘Thank you,’ she said quietly. ‘I’ll leave you to it,’ he replied as he quickly made his exit, closing the door behind him. ~ As the latch clicked, he stood for a moment and thought, had she seen him blushing? Having seen her now in good. Wow. I had fucked quite a bit actually and that made me feel a little better.[This is similar to times present, the bucket of goo (gizem) overhead]Branch had reached above for a bucket of soap of some kind similar to what Lilly had used on me in the milk house. While they milked they lathered. Apparently this was similar to Lilly’s shower, to clean up and manage the milking parlor for cleanliness as the work wound down. I never in my life dreamed I would ever experience anything like this and. And Mr. Robinson (Mike), my sister’s lover. He enjoyed to be called Mr. Robinson. He was 54 years old, I have never figured out his occupation, but he was artistic critic or something like that. I only knew that Joann and me never liked him, he was so repulsive sweet talker that was disgusting, when you talk to him you have feeling that he is trying to get into your asshole. He was 2 or 3 days absent during the week so we have free days without pain in the ass. I was spending my time at my.