I was expecting her to push me away, but instead she just cuddled closer and then her hand moved onto my leg above my knee, so I began to kiss her ear...and blow gently and then she giggled and said can we bath together, I have not washed this morning and I know you have not either, so I said ok.She got up and stopped the video and went to the bathroom, I noticed the laundry had stopped, I said we need to do that, she said ok, but be quick, so we grabbed the laundry and took it outside and hung. Finally she finished, hung up the phone, and looked up at me. "Ok, now what was soooo important that you couldn't wait." I hated her tone, it was as if she were the parent and I was just a c***d who was bothering her with my little problems. "Stacey, we have to talk, I'm getting tired of all these items you keep buying and leaving around the house. "But they are for my new puppy." "Stacey, as I told you before, I will not allow you to get a puppy and . By the time I would come back into the nice clean office, I looked like Bennie the Bum. I was dirty, and dusty—as if I had just hiked 40 miles of bad road in a dust storm.Since it wasn't them doing the dirty work, the other Junior Accountants were highly amused. They were not above having a good laugh at my expense. The worst part—besides being a dirty job—it was costing me a fortune in dry-cleaning bills. Such was life at the low end of the office totem pole.A couple years later, there were a. I haven’t done anything like this in a while and it made me nervous. More then anything I wanted to please you. So I shave naked removing all hair. As the last one is removed I dry and put a tasteless lotion on all over my skin so the smell lingers but the taste is nonexistent. I walk to my bedroom, opening drawers and looking through them. Knowing if I’m stopped by a policeman, I’ll have a hard time explaining why I’m wearing so little. The thought makes me wet and I feel soaked.