”I didn't want to say much in case Carla actually came with me.When I opened the screen door, I looked at Carla gazing into my eyes, felt her intens...ty, her yearning, her need to know if I would take her with me. In that split second, not knowing what to say or do, I reached for George's hand to shake. “Maybe I'll stop by in the spring if I come this way.”“That would be good. Maybe I'll have work for you. Who knows?”I glanced back at Carla holding the dirty dishes and looking at me. At that. I snuck back inside and lay awake for another thirty or forty minutes, exhilaration coursing through my veins, and a smile on my face. I kept up my streaking on a fairly regular basis. There were nights that I would stay up all night because I was streaking the neighborhood, and there were nights I went out once. Of course, most nights I didn’t even bother with it; how else would I explain my lack of sleep the next morning? When it became colder out there, I didn’t streak as much. But the. Lots of. The doorbell. Finally! Lena happily goes to answer the door, checking her appearance while passing the mirror. Hot! The tight dress, in the right light all but translucent, otherwise a bright orange, revealing nothing, showing everything. Her firm boobs, that ass (as he likes to call it), even emphasized by Lena wairing high heels. Which also does wonders to her calves. He does like them. She wonders whether she overdid it and they would not manage to have some food tonight. At his. She went to her knees; her ass was on fire and tears were flowing down her face. “Please forgive me, sir.” “Get that pissed cleaned up and go get your damn shower slut.” Mike turned and went into the living room. Melissa hurried and cleaned the piss up and headed for the shower. She got the water temperature to where she liked it. Stepping in she started rinsing her hair. Suddenly the water went cold she quickly stepped out from under the water screaming out of surprise. Mike came into the.