With my warmest smile I addressed her, asking if things were okay and complimenting her last essay though in truth it was decidely average. After some...effort of will, the embarrassed looking schoolgirl disclosed that she'd been let down by a girlfriend and found herself with a spare ticket for the theatre that night, an amateur production of a book we were studying on her course. "Would you, um, care to join me, sir?" she enquired, cheeks flushing like a bruise.I smiled and graciously accepted. We need a new home and definitely a new design.I think back to prehistoric housing. A tent is out, not so good against the weather, and easy to knock over. I know of two styles of roundhouse. One is a circle of stones with a tepee like affair built over it. Usually a cone shaped framework of saplings and sticks is covered with some type of thatch.The second style is built by digging a large round flat hole and burying posts just inside that hole spaced several feet apart. They are joined with. I tell you I’m sure of it, but we need to wait andsee, we don’t want to scare her off.We decide it’s time to go, not too long after that. Shegives you directions, and the address to her house.She and I both sit in the back seat. As soon as we get inthe car, we are all over each other. I can see you watchingus in the rearview mirror. Damn, she is so fucking hot. Ilove kissing her. I pull her blouse open, I grab her titsand run my tongue around her nipples. I put my face. "She stretches out a leg, looking at it. "Not bad, even after four kids. What's the new one's name?" New who?"The new girl. In your office." Oh, Schaefer's assistant. Kelly." Is she pretty?" Not as pretty as you." Please. I know you've noticed her. You notice all of them." Why do you always—" Because you size up every girl you see." Me?" Harry, you did it on our honeymoon, remember? You were checking out the girls on the cruise ship." She brushes her hair with a furious energy. "Sometimes I.