” John said.“Do you mean, Two Courts?” The man asked. “I have been there.”John played it off. “I’ve heard it both ways.”“Which court...did you serve? The Dukalfyr or the Lusalfyr?”What does that mean? He sent.We’re not sure. Dark and light maybe. That last was in Melvin’s voice.Hope you’re right. Thanks Melvin. John sent back.“Neither the dark nor the light.” John replied. “I stay out of politics.”“Truly?” He sounded skeptical. “With your coloring and obvious martial prowess,” he waved a hand at. ... You sigh in reverence as you rake you gaze up and down my body. "Damn babe fine as ever!" I smile shyly as I stand before you in my bra and panties with the cool night breeze from the backyard blowing in the door. I grab my right breast and rub my nipple trough the fabric of my bra and slowly send my hand north over the soft skin of my tummy and slide my hand in my Lacey panties and massage my wet clit. Ahhhmmmnn..... I moan with pure pleasure. As I'm rubbing you begin to come closer. At least as long as you're not too directly overheard by someone who can control your fate.I view it like this:Either it means nothing at all, no one is actually listening, in which case nothing has actually happened. No harm, no foul.Or, if someone, somewhere, somehow is actually hearing you, well you're just being considerate, which can hardly be counted against you. Win-win.I certainly don't know everything that's happening or not happening, is true or not true, or matters or doesn't matter,. “Buck! You always win man. I hate playing with you. I’m down like a $200 now. Do you ever loose?” said Richie. I smiled. I then pushed all the empty beer bottles in a big trash bag. I turned to pick up some empty pizza boxes. Richie was lighting candles around the house. Trying to disguise the cigar smoke and beer smell in his parent’s house. His Dad moved across the state, to find work. He saw him about one day a month. His Dad was working two jobs. I had met him a few times at.