I think I still have one, somewhere, that works. 06-36-30 is the combination. I stole that one from my brother Bill in high school around 1964. Or is ...t the 5-15-23 lock? Well, anyway, they LAST. So I was suspicious that hers was not really malfunctioning. When I asked, she confessed that she wanted a new one just like the COOL ones ALL the girls had except her. Been there. Of course, Kirin has a tad more of a privileged life than I had, and this was not going to be the exception to that. A new. Roughhousing with my sisters andbrother. Playing all sorts of games, often with complex and occasionallyapocalyptic scenarios. Climbing trees, picking flowers, poking at pill bugsand catching salamanders to pet them. I learned to do woodworking, bake,dance, sew, shoot a rifle and make bottle rockets. I was a crybaby wimp atschool, constantly bullied and day dreamed way too much. I'd find out muchlater that I have ADHD, GAD, OCD and depression. I was reasonably smart andwas a decent test taker,. Faster.” After a few seconds of trying to comply with that demand, he discovered that turning to face her more directly helped. The wet, squishy sounds of his fingers plunging into her merged with her moans and gasps. She pinched her nipple hard and arched her back. “That’s it, Timmy. Don’t you dare stop,” Val ordered in a breathless voice, her fingers blurring over her clit and slinging drops of wetness everywhere. Fighting through, his muscles beginning to burn, Tim thrust his fingers into. The urge had become so great and if the traffic lights could speak, they would ask how many more times are you going to drive around the same corner. Looking for a free parking spot he found one further down the road from the bright sign that beckoning, hoping the walk might jolt some sense into him. But it was too strong and he had been harbouring this deep seated urge for some time. There was no turning back and he had already told his wife that he was going out with friends and his little.