Ginny rested her hand on his and lifted it up. “It’s okay,” she told him as she pressed it against her mound. “It’s yours.” It had been h...s ever since that day but as he touched her now; as he stroked her naked mound, he knew deep down inside that it wouldn’t remain solely his for much longer. Ginny would be sharing it with someone else; someone new. A feeling of dread filled his soul and yet he could feel himself getting erect. Suddenly Ginny’s voice surprised him again as her hand reached. And squawked, "What did he do? Install new engines?" She marveled at the cost of siphoning out the old oil, changing filters, checking the old filters for metal flakes and installing new oil."It wasn't what he did," David said. "It was knowing what to do ... skill costs money." I could have done it myself," she grumbled as she counted out ten one hundred dollar bills, "For fifty bucks." Yeah," agreed David. "Me too ... except for checking the filters with that damned expensive microscope.". The third degree burn after two days had reddened considerably, started to blister at the edges and oozed a clear fluid. Rubbing it in with a stile sponge, he made sure that the intended area was completely covered but because of the wound, caused Les body to stiffen and thrash about from the ensuing pain resulting from the antiseptic solution being placed over his previous open wounds. Les looked through his pain wracked face in bewilderment. In his wildest dreams, he thought that he was. I had God as my witness. When Britt stopped talking, I had a warmness that came into my heart. I knew God had answered my prayer, even though I never spoke it. ‘I love you too, Britt. I always have and always will. Do you want to know about me talking to Daisy?’ ‘No, when I went to find you, Daisy told me how she tried to console you after you walked out. She told me what a lucky woman I was to have such a devoted husband. ‘Even though he drinks too much.’ She did say that Mark hangs around to.