”“Please feel free. If you need any help, please just ask for me, Nadine or Suzy.” She pointed to the two clerks, one of whom waved and had a wo...derful smile. The other one was deep in discussion with a gorgeous blond lady in the section dealing with toys.“Thanks!” Jessie smiled and went back to the counter. He wandered through the movie area but knew bringing one of those home might cause all sorts of problems. The last thing he needed was hearing his wife call him a ‘pervert’.He passed. It was just a simple necklace. A leather sash with an intricate clawed hand hanging from it grasping what appeared to be a pink transparent marble. Whenever he had shown it to anyone they had just waved it off as an ornament of some kind.It didn’t really matter to him that much what it was. To him it had a great deal of sentimental value since it was proof that not everything was worth stealing. It had absolutely no purpose other than the fact that it looked nice and if he were to ever get hit. Solid wood fencing surrounds it and shields another area where tools and garden stuff are stored, accessed from the street by a wooden gate into an alcove also shielded from view where we once kept our garbage cans. Just being there in the back yard didn't have the excitement my mind seemed to be working on and anticipated, but, perhaps there was something percolating in my perversion? So I changed things around so her chair was right beside the inner fence by that alcove. And then drilled a. I smiled. “Good morning.”Her gaze sharpened, and she lifted her head. “What ... oh. I’m sorry, did I keep you awake?”“No, I just woke up, myself.”“I need to get...” she started to sit up.“Watch you-” I said quickly, but it was too late.Sharon tried to sit up in the bed, and ran straight into the padded ceiling. “Ow!” She dropped down onto her back, and clapped one hand to her forehead.“Watch your head, there’s not enough room to sit straight up,” I said neutrally.“It’s okay,” Sharon said after.