"I didn't see anything wrong with that, but having to spend more than one day here was going to be incentive enough to bust my ass to get done whateve... old lady Couse wanted done."Come on in and have a cup of coffee, Andy," Miss Couse said as Mom drove off, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and herding me inside. "It's supposed to be a scorcher today."***"I'm only going to use about an acre or so to start next spring," Miss Couse said as she gestured toward the woods out back and to the west.. People were living in a Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Ozzie and Harriet kind of world.Most folks, it seemed, thought that was just fine.But, quite a few missed the good old days. And unfortunately, I was becoming one of them.After a few months of relative inactivity, I admitted to myself that I had become perhaps the unhappiest man on earth.I hadn’t stopped, entirely, killing off evildoers in the world, but certainly my statistics were way, way down. Every now and then a subcategory. With his wet tongue he just touched her clit, sending her into orbit. The electrical charge lifted her off the bed and for a second stayed airborne. When she hit the mattress she bounced with part of her mouth biting into the sheet. Her eyes were like saucers and the touch was so powerful Emma that her vocal cords froze so she couldn't utter a sound. He licked it again and got the same reaction.Emma shook her head violently signaling that he shouldn't do it again. He did one more time. When she. The school would call every day to inform my dad of my absence and I had an excuse about why I missed it even though in reality I just was not going. One weekend my father went to run some errands and I was left alone with his new wife who for all intent and purposes I considered her to be an evil witch, if I’m being honest. But she was fucking hot. That’s right, my dad married a hot evil witch and she needed to be destroyed. She is probably 5'4, 125lbs with “D Cups.” Her one saving grace, I.