. now I’m taking yours!” the man insisted, foolishly lowering his guard for just a moment.I seized a knife and put it to his back, pointing it str...ight at his kidneys. He froze as he realized that the tables had turned that quickly. Pulling out of Gabby, he tried to pick up his shotgun and tried to stare me down. He wasn’t ugly, this guy, just mean. Every part of him read meanness, from his squinty-eyed glare to his reddened face as he tried in vain to intimidate me. He was clearly a bully, a. I'm trying to concentrate but it's difficult.I snap myself out of it to ask pertinent questions trying desperately to get my mind back to my work. I walk around measuring and writing notes avoiding looking at you so I don't loose my mind with desire. I turn back to ask you a question and see you looking at me intently. I turn back smiling to myself hoping you're thinking what I'm thinking. I ask if there is a utility area to know where to begin. You lead me back across the basement to the one. At least my genes were good for something. Trissa, was fucking smoking. She stood there with her hair in a long braid, a white sport bra, and painted on tights - Felicia dressed as Sporty Spice - a total wet-dream for an old man like me. She was distant, like my news of the clone-a-willy was messing her up. Fortunately, there wasn't much time for more awkward conversation, because the taxi arrived and they went out dancing. With them on my mind, I had lube ready, my cock sticking out in front. " I don't think you have to worry about that, Harry. Nobody would tell them where you lived or anything else about you. Doris has already called everyone saying if we said anything we would all lose our jobs. I don't know of anyone that wants to get on her bad side."We both had a good laugh at that one. I walked out to my Jeep still holding on to Sandra's hand. When we climbed into the Jeep, her eyes were so big they looked like dinner plates."Sorry to rush you around like this but I need to.