“You are correct,” she said.“Come on, Cindy, throw me a bone here,” I pleaded.“I believe you’re the one who is supposed to throw me a bone...” She smiled and then giggled. “I made a funny!”“What I’m going to throw you is a baby, if we keep having unsafe sex!” I yelled.She got up and came around the table. She straddled me to sit on my lap, facing me. She had chosen the Yum panties again, and the Yum settled right on my penis. The tips of her breasts touched my chest.“I love your bone,” she said,. After a shower I donned my new pair of tartan pattern pyjama’s I had bought in Edinburgh and climbed gratefully into the snug bed. The neat simple pine bedroom furniture and the plain wood floor gave the room an old-fashioned appearance, which was fair enough, given that the room may well have been part of the original 17th century building with minimal alteration, other than the added en-suite.As I lay in bed I decided to hook up to the house WiFi. The password, ‘booktown’ was in the guest. As soon as Greg got back on the paved road, Mary looked around and found half of a bottle of Gatorade that she had snagged before we left Josh’s place. I chugged it down and was still pretty thirsty.Communicating silently is a wonderful thing. I never had to verbalize anything with them anymore. Greg told me that we still had three bottles of fruit punch Gatorade in the refrigerator at home. As we drove up to the house we were relieved to see that there was no major damage, even though the area. I rode around the hood making pictures of anything and everything that interested me at all. From cars up on blocks, to kids standing in their front yard waving at me. I enjoyed the thirty minutes on the scooter, and the pictures I took along the way. I even took pictures of the kids who ran when they saw my camera. Everything interested me I discovered.My cameras were much easier to use, and carry around than those used by professional photographers. The image quality might only be 99% when.