He had turned it off, because of all the text messages and voice mails on it. This was a new cell phone. Only three people knew the number. He was one...of the three.“I wonder if that’s the lawyer, or the realtor?”He picked up the phone and looked at the caller id.“Fuck, it’s the lawyer.”“Hello, Mark,” he said upon pushing the speakerphone capability.Mark Adams, his attorney, said, “Hello, Dexter.”“What’s up?” Dexter asked.“They offered three years salary,” Mark said.“I’ll take it,” Dexter. "We saw photos that showed tombs of ancient heroes, andthey had fossil bones in them."Grace smiled. "Very good, I've seen that too." So, I suppose there could be truth behind some of the adventures," headded."And what about Circe?" she asked."If you mean the goddess who could change people into animals, I haveno idea where that came from. I suppose it was just part of the storydesigned to make it more exciting," he replied."What if I told you that it was true, or that there's a process. V. and Debbie was in her bathroom taking a shower. When she came out, she shuffled the 4 or 5 feet from the bathroom to her room with a towel d****d around her front. When she went into her room, her butt was exposed to my prying eyes. My thoughts (I am a man) immediately went to wondering what the rest looked like, and what she was like in bed. Over the next few weeks, it became routine, she would shower, and I would sit on the couch waiting for her to come out and give me a glimpse. It always. If they don't like it then shut the fucking curtains when you fuck. Entertain me. Give me everything my expectant cunt desires.Beth steps into view, back to the window, facing the seated Daisy, her sodden crotch level with her paramour's face, an easy reach for Daisy’s hands that are now traversing the pee shrunken fabric. Grazing fingers teasing at the wetness, moving ever upwards until they slip and slide along the thickened seam of the gusset. Beth's head falls backwards, her neck exposed,.