” “I do too. They have four of them here.” He turned left and parked in front of one of the buildings. They got out the car and Ashley followe... him toward an apartment upstairs. Ashley felt her body tighten with nervousness. She had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. When they got to the door Eric paused. “Are you sure about this?” He asked. Ashley laughed; she didn’t think he was nervous about this at all. She took her hand in his. “I’m definitely sure about this.” He shoved his. “Here you go,” I said after counting the money. “It’s all there.”It pained me to surrender that much coin but what choice did I have? I handed him a handful of bills and coins and he eagerly accepted my gift.“Good,” he replied after counting the full sum. “You free to cross land but if sky warns more ... well ... you die.”He didn’t have the words but I understood the implication nonetheless.I forced a smile but he didn’t return one of his own, nor show any indication of a humorous intent. He. She was totally aroused and curious about this suggestion. The scarf was still between her legs as she settled to the front edge of the chair. She spread her legs and slid the scarf from under her, slowly. The sensation of the scarf on her clit was stimulating and she wasn’t sure if she was going to orgasm or pee. She slid the scarf until it was completely out from under her and she tossed it aside. She spread her legs.“Right here?” She said with a soft seductive aroused voice. Barely a tone. John Peters lost his sight in the same mine explosion that crippled my father. Every Monday since I was old enough, I pushed my old man’s wheelchair round to Sheila’s house and the two old soldiers would talk war together, and my old man would read to John Peters. Poor bugger never did get the hang of Braille, nerve damage or something. ‘When my father passed on, I went round there on my own every Monday and read to John Peters myself, it gave Sheila a break and allowed her one night she could.