I handed W a present of homemade blackberry and apple jam, homemade apple chutney and a bottle of claret wine. He thanked me warmly and commented on t...e homemade labels. We looked through the kitchen window as he asked whereabouts I had parked. I noticed there were two or three mounds of brown earth upon his lawn – moles he confirmed, tunnels heading towards and beyond the crab apple tree which was heavily laden with ripe fruit. The brew was made so he ushered us through to the lounge where he. We walked, ( well maybe stumbled ) out of the bar and decided it was probably best that I drive us both to my house so we could before my hubby came home from work.We Arrived at my house and stumbled up the stairs and collasped the bed. I turned on the television, to a talk show, they were discussing mens fantasies. Cali laughed saying " All men have the same fantasy"I eyed her as she laid lifelessly on the bed questioning her about her comment. "It is true all men have a secret fantasy of. Our waiter arrives with our drinks and as I take my gaze away from the alluring dusky sky, to thank him, I catch a glimpse of you seated at a nearby table. We immediately recognize each other from our friendship at Xhamster. Our eyes meet and what up until now has been a strictly cyber chatting and camming relationship is possibly becoming a reality. What are the odds that we are in the same place? No time to waste, though, as we have been waiting for this moment for a long time.I excuse. Just like Angela.“ ... she’s your daughter?”Sucking in a breath through her teeth, Fiona stepped to the side, her spider legs drifting her some five or six feet away from him; predicting an argument, no doubt. If Angela was Athalia’s daughter, yeah, an argument was likely.“She is.”“That ... psychopath, is your daughter?”Predictably, the reaper monster snorted again, the harsh whisper cracking the soaked air.“She isn’t a—”“I was bound.” He marched up to the giant skeleton, up to the skull nearly.