He was groaning already and declined a fourth.We were all surprised. "You never told me about that. Why?" Because you would have called me a pervert a...d thrown me in the doghouse again. Now I can show them to you and how I like them used. Isn't THAT incredible?"Lois and I smirked, both thinking that will be handy to know later when we decide what to push up his ass during lunch. After getting two fingers as far as her knuckles, she called to her sister to watch. "Lois, have you ever seen a. He wrapped his arm around me lifting me out of the chair. Having been planted in that seat for hours I hadnt realized how sore I was. My legs were shaky as he guided me through the house. After laying me in our bed he got in behind me. He stayed there spooning me as I fell into a deep sleep. I was flooded with nightmares, thoughts and images I couldnt chase away. I awoke hours later to my phone ringing. One glance at the caller id and I groaned, hitting the ignore button. Looking through my. Once at last I got a chance. I don’t know why my aunty was at home, I too didn’t go to my college my parents and my sisters were all out and I was alone in my house. I too don’t know that aunty was in the house I was watching some English movie in the T.V suddenly I heard my aunt voice calling my mother, I went and opened the door she came in and asked whether my mom was at home I said she was not there she went out on some work and she might return in the evening. I asked her if she wanted any. It’s good to be back. When Donovan opened the door, a flood of wonderful aromas filled his nostrils. Several vases of wildflowers were on the mantel. A plate of cookies and a loaf of bread were on the table. Puzzled, he looked in all the rooms. Nothing had been touched. Who could have done this? Only maintenance has a key. I know no one else. A scrap of yellow paper under a vase of flowers caught his eye. It felt odd to the touch. In a precise, copperplate hand it read: My Dearest Donovan. I am.