She had thoughts and opinions. Good ones. And even when I didn’t agree with her, she could easily get me to see her point. I think she must really b... a politician. Feeling buzzed, I set my drink on the tray table beside the bed. It’s like she read my mind. She stood up and began to undress. She danced slowly as she took off her clothes. She worked that dress down her body all sexy and slow. I pulled off my long-sleeve T-shirt and basketball shorts quick as hell. I had my dick in my hand. I. Besides, it truly was a lovely day out.“Hey look!” Allison exclaimed as we strolled past a yellow rosebush, “I see an egg.”“Oh honestly,” I said as she squatted down and reached for it. “Be careful, you’re going to cut yourself.”“Ha!” she said as she pulled it free.“Congratulations,” I told her flatly, “You have a plastic egg, hallelujah indeed.”I rolled my eyes, but there was no denying that she was proud of herself, and I felt a bit bad for making light of her efforts. The egg was hollow, but. I figured there were plans for today and agreed and got ready to meet him. Wore my pink thong with my blue mini shorts and a t-shirt and left to meet him.When I reached the cafe it was nearly empty with hardly any customers, the owner knew me so welcomed me and I went and sat at our usual table waiting for my boyfriend. That day, the owner stared at me from his counter for about nearly 10-12 minutes trying to check me out, it creeped me out cause he was looking at me as if he had wrong. He would want to feel a link to the past." I hung up. "Robert's going to get right on it. He tells me most places with that history are going to be in Canada, since Newfoundland is the most likely site of Vinland, as the Viking explorers called America."Linda picked up the phone and punched a series of numbers. Covering the receiver, she spoke to me. "I don't know how fast you can get what you want from your sources, but I bet I can get it faster." She turned her attention back to the phone..