Itwas a coincidence that Andy made his appearance around that time. So Ihad him pick up the slack, and from there it was simply a matter ofincreasing ...he days he had to come. Two days a week cleaning hispotential Mother-in-Law's house is not enough for London rents, I don'tcare if he's my daughter's boyfriend! Three days a week, cleaningbathrooms, kitchen and vacuuming felt better, but four days with a dayfor laundry was even more convenient. He fell into my web; I know it'scruel, but I knew. Empty beer bottles littered his coffee table, the wood floor, the counter that divided the room from the kitchen, and almost every other conceivable surface. Discarded pizza boxes were piled at the foot of his long couch as were magazines, crumpled up fast food bags, and other garbage. In short, his condo was a complete mess.But so was Jerry.He hadn't shaved in days and he was currently dressed in nothing but a bathrobe that had been his uniform for just as long. His hair was disheveled, his. John just shrugged, bared his battle scars, after all, he had earned them, and took the ribbing and joshing in good humor.Zithrusa did an inventory a few weeks later, after the scouts had returned reporting 'all clear' in all directions, for a fast horse trot several hours out. Scouts remained posted ready to ride in if trouble should show up.The wealth the caravan possessed was amazing, more than the wealth of five or six usual caravans, the amount of high value goods was so concentrated.It. Oh god, Paul. That was wonderful. Oh damn, it was fucking wonderful. I love fucking. I fucking love fucking. I want more. Please Paul. When can I have more?" You are my girl now baby Becky. I will fuck you whenever I can. You don't think I would stop fucking that great pussy do you? You were the best fuck I ever had baby. Don't worry. You will be fucked and fucked. And more."I tossed her a kiss and left the room. I had more plans for tomorrow. I slept well that night. The sleep of the just, so.