I have sleeves of tattoos and a beard - I'm not in bad shape. That's probably another thing. "Hi," I heard a voice say confidently yet politely one we...k into the semester. I looked over, and had to do a double-take as I saw her. She stood tall with long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Built like she lived for the gym. She had on leggings and knee high boots with a light jacket and scarf. She was makeup free and had the longest eyelashes I've ever seen and big pink lips. She looked photo-shopped.. Returning to the pool, she went back to her novel and, within a few minutes was engulfed in the brazen exploits of the girl, her husband, her chauffer, the gardener and their assorted houseguests. They took turns with the girl and she always wanted more. She would repeatedly wear the men out as they attempted to satisfy her lust for sex and she constantly tormented them with her dress, actions and conversation. She wore the flimsiest of clothes and lost no opportunity to flash all that would. But for your bonus it wouldn't have hardly been worth taking her off the truck."Mister Smith smiled through his thick brush of fur and waved. "I'll get the gate."With that the driver got back on his iron beast and it roared to life, the blade lifting like some monstrous guillotine, ready to destroy something else.Debbie flinched. She had been darting looks at the house, and the pile of debris, and the hermit, trying to assess what all this meant. The noise of the bulldozer unnerved her. She saw. ‘Waiting for someone?’ he asked, ‘You could say that’ she replied, as she slumped on to her elbows and leaned towards him, ‘I’m supposed to be meeting some guy off the net, do you think I’m mad?’ The barman grinned, he got as many confidences in the bar trade as his sister did cutting hair and he always enjoyed hearing the stories. ‘Nah, I don’t think you’re mad,’ he said, picking up a damp pint glass and starting to polish it with a manky looking tea towel, ‘you’re being careful, aren’t you?.