Even on my bike, it was a long ride with a lot of peddling. I made the trip once for a pool party on a Saturday. I had agreed to come but was without ...a ride. My parents were both suddenly busy and couldn’t give me a ride. I made the trip and had a good time after peddling my lonely way there. Going back seemed to take longer.I have two sisters; one is older and the other is younger. They seemed to take most of my parents’ available time. I felt neglected though was well fed and well clothed.. It's a sort of play room." I said. "You, you mean like a dungeon?" Carolyn asked, her voice quivering slightly, and her hand moving towards her pussy. "Yes, it's a dungeon. Your dad and I have built it over the years and have quite a collection of toys and gear," Lindsey answered, staring at Carolyn's pussy which she noticed was almost dripping wet. "Oh wow, dad! I knew that you guys had that trunk of whips and restraints upstairs, but I never knew that you had an entire room!" Emily said."Yes. Yes I had to be in uniform to drive the warden's pickup.I hadn't driven the pick up much, since we had filled it up with gas, so it was still full. The pickup had a extra gas tank built into the system so it would hold over fifty gallons. It kept both tanks full at all times, just in case we had to make a trip. Hauling the boat trailer, which was chained to a tree in the yard, could eat up the gas. There was also a horse trailer, of all things, in the yard. I would be willing to bet that it too. This was a new experience for him, anger with and at Veronica. The instance after the Christmas Party had surprised him. Previously any thought of her brought sadness and wishful thinking of what might have been. The anger was almost cathartic. It was liberating and invigorating: much better then mournful wistfulness.There were carols on the radio and he sang along with them in the bass part feeling very pleased with himself that he could do it successfully with an inanimate object.He arrived.