He knew that she would find another way to punish him if she did.He wiped everything down and strapped the Fitbit Flex around his wrist. Hethen went a...d grabbed the bra and panties out of the bathroom trash andtossed them in the washing machine before heading out to the mailbox.When he stepped outside the door he saw the package sitting there. Hedidn't remember ordering anything else so he wondered what it couldpossibly be. He left it there as he walked to the sidewalk and lookedinside the. I was nearly beside myself with worry when I discovered the cause. Right away the answer to the mating mystery revealed itself.She was a redhead, which was fairly unusual anyway. Most of the females were blonde, and by a wide margin. I'd estimate that sixty percent were blonde, twenty-five percent were brunette, about ten percent had black hair and only about five percent were redheads. This one had the darkest wine red hair I'd seen on this planet, maybe on earth either.To top it off she had. I can’t leave her to the foster system. She’s been hurt enough for two lifetimes. I know she adores you and you like her. You’re the one I’m supposed to trust to take care of her.”Reaching down, she opened a small portfolio, pulled some papers out and placed them in her lap, her hands resting on top of them.“I’d never ask this of you. I know it’s a burden and you’re so young. But I can’t leave Amelia to fate, the vagaries of the social welfare system. You hear such horror stories about children. ”It took a couple of attempts to figure out what he had to do to get the board nailed to the tree. He found the easiest way was to hold the nail next to the piece of wood where he wanted it to go in and then give it the command to penetrate into the tree. It took a good dozen nails before he was satisfied that the board was not going anywhere. He said, “That was fun.”He stepped back and examined his work. It wasn’t too bad. He figured that he could always earn a living as a carpenter as long as.