He felt so fullof life. He knew he still needed to go for his daily jog, and that maybeit would be better to get sweaty and work off some excess energ... beforeshowering. But no, no excuses. There was still cleaning to be done. Hecould always go for a run before bed.Jonathan examined his clothes as he stripped in the bathroom, even morepuzzled about their origins. The shirt had a mostly-faded slogan hecouldn't make out. He hadn't worn anything like it since high school,almost a decade ago, and. The Valkyrie, from the wave pool in The Castle, a blonde as tall as she was striking, stood outside the opened back door. She was dressed in a dark leggings, a short skirt, and a chauffeur’s jacket and coat. Chauffeuse? I wondered. It’s masseur and masseuse, right? For man and woman. But do you say, for example, saboteur and saboteuse, amateur and amateuse? I think it comes from French. It’s an interesting--“We’re here, get out of the damned vehicle.” Ellie kicked me for the second time. The. This was all he thought about, whenever he saw her. After watching her shower from his vantage point in the air duct, seeing her body naked, and so close to him, he would get so hard a mere touch of his cock would bring an immediate explosion. But as the weekend rolled around, Phillip prepared for his third date with Alexa. He acquired a dozen condoms from his friend, planned the evening, and then learned, on Saturday morning, that his parents were going out of town for the evening and would. This kind of inspiration was amazing, he thought to himself during a short lunch break before jumping right back to his projects. A few hours later his phone chirped. It was a message from Dani. A picture. His pulse quickened before he even opened it up and when he did he wasn't disappointed. Dani was laying across his desk, wearing only a black shirt, and the garter belt and stockings from the night before with the caption "Excuse me, do you have a position I can help you with sir?" "Be.