But on looking at the number on the display, Ian mouthed “Sorry!” and picked up the receiver. It was his wife. I could hear her talking and Ian qu...ckly sat himself up straight and began to adjust himself and put his throbbing member away.No fucking way! I’m not losing out to this frigid bitch! was the thought that immediately sprang to mind, shocking me at at how possessive I suddenly felt.I grabbed Ian’s hand as if to stop him, and then pulling it gently away, placed my hands around his shaft. "Right?" Yeeeeah..." I nodded. "Why?" I don't wanna go to school," Jules laughed again, pushing herself off the tree and I put my hands on her hips.She wore a dress today, a nice one too and I liked to think maybe she'd worn it for me. Like Julie planned on missing her bus just so she'd have an excuse to find me. She knew I walked to school with her brother every morning and Randy probably wondered where the heck I was about then. He might come looking for me because sometimes one of us would. Hoping the box doesn't disappear like it appeared, I head downto take out the trash. Lucky me on the way out the door, the bag startsleaking and I get garbage juices all over me. My nose cringes as I climbthe stairs back up to my room. When I get into my room, I slip outta mystinky jeans and pull on a pair of pajama pants. Not before glaring inthe mirror at the obviously well sized organ that has kept me from beingme. Then I remember that the pendant is under my bed... I hope...I find the box. "Sir," said a calm voice, and I looked up at some rounded hips and lovely eyes. The woman was at the back door at the top of a short flight of steps."Ma'am," I replied, smiling and sizing her up."You are with Foster's company, are you not?" Indeed," I replied, enjoying the view of her barely covered charms as she stood with a small lamp in her hand, a fluttering robe over her plain nightdress and her hair tied back."Do you know where he is?" she asked."Out on patrol," I said. "Ought to be back.