I spent several years doing just that, belonging nowhere, needing no one. I did keep up with the taxes, I noticed the taxes on the house I owned kept ...limbing but the bare land always stayed about the same. I would drive back to the town where I kept a post office box a couple of times a year. There would be the bills, and some junk mail, not much since I never wrote any letters or subscribed to anything it was mostly just boxholder junk. I pulled up to the post office to check for the tax. She was stood between my open legs and I put my hand on the front of her left thigh which was hidden by the tall bar. She didn't object and I rubbed over the front of her skirt. At that point she was served and I stopped even though it was below the level of the bar. My hand went straight back after he went to get the drinks and I pressed into the gap at the top of her legs. She said nothing and I worked my hand down to the top of her skirt and up her leg until I could feel her stocking tops.. I walked up behind her and grabbed a big handful of ass and rubbed my hand down her thigh. She was wearing some extremely short shorts, yes jean daisydukes pretty much. She freaked at first and then realized it was me and then she was ok. I continued to give the little gestures of getting her excited.. the usual. My arm around her hip would slide down her thigh with a little pressure. She started to warm up a bit. We met back up with her mom and grabbed some food from Firehouse Subs (my. "Gural ... Gural ... Gural..."The Brown Digger expression was impossible to decipher. It growled and motionlessly looked at Zax's direction. The one thing which differentiated it from a statue was the long scaly tail that was swaying and rubbing the ground.The standstill between the two had mentally and physically exhausted Zax. He tried to stay watchful of any sudden movement of the Brown Digger, but how long has it been since he last ate or drank something? He was not craving food or water.