(probably k**s messing about grumble grumble grumble) I Return to the porch one more glass before I hit the sackChilled crispy fruity white wineI get...comfortable in the porch swing A Spooky chill goes up my spine. Creaky floor boards!I turn and look. Only Mags the cat jumps from the window.I Lean back and Start to nod off.This dreams feeling good. a tall good looking dark haired stranger Kissing my neck teasing me with his lips his breath in my ear! His strong manly hands Massaging my. All of which brought home the point of long-term plans, which had been vague as I had concerned myself first with survival in this medieval Cornish village or town.For all I knew, this was a permanent situation and required a permanent solution. Hiding out in a Cornish country hamlet was hardly the path to long-term survival or success, even with the poaching (especially if one got caught). That wasn’t counting the likely chance of bad hygiene or malnourishment, both of which could wreck my. Her long blonde hair reached down to her well-trained little butt and most of the times she would wear them in a long braid or pigtails. Apart from her almost perfect body, she had the face of an angel with big and innocent blue eyes, white teeth and full lips that other girls would kill for.We were happy together, at least that is what I always thought. Our personalities were complementing each other: She was more of an extroverted type, eager to go on adventures and always on the look to. Hell, he could have something really basic by the end of the week. It might just be a spreadsheet, but it would work. Why didn't Bell Tone have something like that?Saturday morning brought something new. While Tina was laying down electric keyboard and synthesizer tracks Dewayne happened on a magazine in the lobby: Music City Weekly. Thumbing through, he found that it was apparently a trade publication. He thought to find a copy for Bea because there were several ads for studios in it and it.