Ordinarily, I'd let Dick do what Dick does and score me some physical fantasy fulfillment. But there was a glitch in the matrix or something. Dick hes...tated. And I really wasn't in the mood -- I mean, I'd just taken the first bite of my grilled cheese. This coffee shop makes a really good grilled cheese -- all hot and gooey, with none of that plasticky greasiness you get when you try to make one with regular cheddar off the block at home. So I clamped down on Dick, focused on the sandwich, and. As I walked out, I touched her gorgeous toes protruding from her cast. She knew I loved her feet and toes. She always kept them perfect for me. I quietly closed her door.MarshaI was awake when Tim came in my room. I felt him touch my face. I felt the wetness of his tears from his broken heart as they fell on my cheek. He said he missed me. He touched my toes on my broken leg resting on the pillow as he walked out. Why did I ruin our lives? Yeah, the sex with Robert was out of this world but it. I rarely came out in the morning, preferring to sleep until nearly noon; but this time, it was barely 9:30 when I decided to wander to the pool, barefoot and silent.There was Angie, working on her tan, but wait! I froze in rapt fascination (again) when the buzzer rang in my mind - Angie was lying on her stomach, topless, and the scene she presented was a duplicate of the one I saw in last Winter's stag movie.Truth be told, Angie could not compare to the megatits that the girl in the stag movie. The light comes from hanging lights situated at six foot intervals. He gives Melissa a wave then turns his attention to the door. The lock appears to have been tampered with—tampered to the point of being broken into forcibly. “It looks like one hell of a job,” he remarks.Melissa looks over the door frame and notices a few scratch marks, some deeper than others. “Look like a knife maybe?”He looks to where she is referring and nods his agreement. “I think someone else has the same idea as.