The cottage was clean and tidy for a single man`s occupancy, true it lacked those little feminine touches, but it was homely and pleasant, the host we...coming and they were soon in a pretty little room with a double bed. They slept well, then at a reasonable time they were called with tea, and later a full English breakfast, Harry copping a subtle squiz at Sandy as he delivered the tea, and again as she sat at breakfast. He had decided to exercise Brutus and the morning being sunny, they all. I wait for you to kiss me. I wait for you to pleasure me. I wait...Then you kiss me. Right on the back of my neck. I didn't hear you, I didn't feel you move, I didn't feel your breath on my skin. I just feel your warm lips on the back of my neck.I shudder with pleasure.You know how I love my neck to be kissed. I keep my hair short just so you can kiss me here.Shit! that felt so good. That made it worth it. If you don't touch me again, if you untie me right now and leave, that kiss made it. Rhee tilted my chin up – do all the females to whom I’m close have that move in their argument arsenal? – and brushed my hair aside.“Quit it,” she said.“So,” I asked, “now that we’re in the light of day, what do you think about what we did last night?”“Wicked wonderful!” She hesitated, then came back with, “Will we do it again, sometime?”“Oh, god, yes!”I got a text from Mom, “20th, Y.” Again ... DAMN!24 May 2017Dear Ms. Diary, Apparently, Mom took the past couple of days off, as I got no texts. "As worn out as she was, I expected her to be her to be sound asleep pretty quickly with the added help of the alcohol.Hell, I wish that I could go to sleep and have this all be a dream.I removed my backpack and my katana before I went about the grisly task of gathering up the dead. I piled them up next to a compost pile away from both the house and the barn. It was getting close to sunset when I found the well. I pumped a couple of buckets of water to wash up with; the stink of the dead was.