I fiddled with the smarter than smart phone trying to work on emails. The thing seemed to have a mind of its own after Robert had deleted all the tras..., unnecessary folders, completed the scan and updates.It was just one more reason I hated the necessary evil of updates on the computer and the phone. They always changed something, creating a new learning process when I did not have time for it.I kept thinking about the truck stop and dealership and wondered if I had handled it right. I was. I kissed Eves neck and nibbled on her ears my hands tweaked at her nipples I kisse down her neck to het shoulders then lower to her tits taking each nipple in turn into my mouth. Then I kissed lower moving down to her belly button I kiised over the top of her suspenderbelt and thong to her crotch. My tongue licked at her bald pussy lips, she was dripping with cunt juice Eve flinched as my tongue touché her clit,then she gently eased her legs apart allowing me to lick all along her wet crack,. You know what you are." Holding my nipple, pressure, not to the point of of pain, yet."Uh, oh, you're um.."Squeezing. "Say it." G-ginger....whore." Then as I gasped from another squeeze she kissed me hard and bit my bottom lip."Yes I am going to like having you here. Just do what I say." She stuck a finger between my legs, then raised it to her mouth. With a smile she left. I was alternately satisfied, confused, concerned.Nothing more happened for a few days. Then Ginny came to my room. She. ' You, my beautiful wife, are a genius." Stacie looked incredulous. "Really, darling mine. I've wondered about the 'artistic mind.' I even have some research up there," I pointed to my office, "that says exactly what you've just said. Artists are unpredictable and predictable at the same time. But we're all cut from the same cloth. We all want to make everything come together. It all depends on schedules. Some artists, like Morry and Rachel, can more or less predict their schedules. Others.