But these grunts, groans, and moans are different. They sound primal. From deep in her throat and soul, her hands clutching at the desk. As the waves ...f shock from being filled begin to make way for the waves of pleasure that she unexpectedly feels, her back arches and her eyes roll back. He sees this and knows that she is completely his. She has succumbed to her new role. Getting up onto her elbows and lifting her head she gazes down to watch as his body moves in and out. He begins to pump. , usually, before she got home, because they had to clean the place up afterwards.After about a month, she started getting home about a half hour later than usual. I always waited up for her, and when I asked her "Why so late?" she said the bar had been busier lately and some people didn't want to leave right at closing.I decided to check out her story. The next Friday night, I drove over to the place and parked on this hill directly behind the tavern. There was a parking lot up there that. “You have plenty of time.”“Katie, I put a box of seashells from Grandma onto your bed,” said JR. “You and Cile may want to clean them before you put on your costumes. You know how smelly they can get if they’re not cleaned and you can’t assume that Grandma remembered to do it.”“If the shells are anything like the last ones she sent me, they’re mostly pieces of trash that she picked up on the beach. It’s sad that Grandma mistakes anything she sees on the sand for a real shell, but I will check. I unpacked the plastic case with the trimmer and accessories. I found the squeeze tube of oil in the case, so I lubed the blades. I attached the long cutter guard. The guard turned the electric razor into a trimmer. I took a drink of the shine and started the motor. When I cut my hair all off before, I was in a different place than at that moment. I wanted it to look like something this time. The last time I hadn't cared.I ran the trimmer over my head several time, and in every possible angle..