I got in, buckled my safety belt and punched him hard in his left arm. He recoiled in pain. and looked at me with a surprised expression."Shit Coop! Y...u been workin' out? That fuckin' hurt!" He asked, rubbing his sore arm. He looked proud. He protected me from all the bullies through middle and high school, and always bitched at me to toughen up a bit, and it seemed to sink in. I was a far cry from the skinny little nerdy k** with the huge cock I was then.I nodded, and flexed my arm for him to. They were about the same as Crete in it's heyday, or Venice, compared to their local neighbors. Busy, vital people.They arrived at the location of the steel refineries to be met with about twenty apprentice steel wizards, come to buy the crucial crucibles. There wasn't much time before the monsoon began and the steel season started. Much charcoal had been gathered, and stored in caves in the hills where the smithies were located on the west side of the huge island off the southern tip of the. He was shocked and in awe of what he saw, she was in her sleepwear. The farmers wife was a gorgeous and voluptuous woman, she was wearing nothing but a corset and long cotton skirt so thin that he could see everything underneath it. He couldnt help himself, he crept closer to look on her better, he was at the door, two arm lengths away from the most perfectly sculpted pair of legs he had ever seen, the lantern infront of her silhouetted her slender curvaceous long legs sublimely. He traced. Yes, it is 'flat', it'sa drive to any large body of water, Toledo (and Detroit!) is notexactly a happening town, although it's also not what John Denver oncesung about, either. It does have some good features, the people,prices for example, and especially values, which I greatly appreciate.But, I really did like being in California, and I'm now sure that'swhere I want to be. And I realize something else as important - I havelain to rest any demons from my life here; I'm heading back.