Shit fuzzy ... that'll tickle ya ... even that's gone ... so's the Drive-in theater that was across the road. Best damn sausage ... so...I've got the ...sausage on medium so I don't burn it. Jo comes out scratching her cooter and heads for the john. When the sausage is just turning nice and brown, I chopped it up ... sliced some green onions, green and red pepper, and sprinkled some of that good salsa you used to could get from the Mexican restaurant that used to be just before the tracks on Grand. “Sad. But you’re a difficult woman to get over.”“Just to be clear. Greg and I are not together. Greg just comes around… a lot.”“He’s not coming here tonight, is he?”“No.” Karen sounded adamant, even stamping her foot. “He knows not too. Plus, he’s gone to visit his brothers who are back in the area after their tour.”Don took Karen’s stomp as confirmation. “Tour?”“They’re acrobats at a travelling circus. He’s from a family of travellers.”“I never knew that.”Don decided to change conversation.. Things are a little better, but I can’t rush in to anything. Not right now.’ ‘I understand,’ he said softly, I’m sure he meant well, but the look in his eyes told me that he didn’t. ‘Why don’t we get something to eat?’ I suggested. ‘My treat. We’ll catch up over dinner.’ He put on his best smile, but not before his self-control almost slipped. There was a flash of hunger in his eyes. It made my heart pound. The look he gave me sent chills up and down my spine. It was as if a part of him wanted. Her nightshirt was bunched above her perky tits, otherwise she was nude, and she was still tied to the four posts of her bed, his spent cum died and crusty on her upper-thighs. John wondered what he should do now…. what perverse thing could they act out next? Moments later, a wicked smile come over his face, and he quietly walked into the room. He untied both of her wrists, then he gently shook her awake. He helped her to sit up, as she blinked and shook her head, she refused to look at him,.