"Are you happy with me, six inches shorter than you? You do know that, I'll have to rely on you, for getting things out of the cup boards, up high now..., don't you," I informed her."I think we'll manage," she replied brightly, "Goddess your beautiful! Here let me show you!"She walked me to a full-length mirror."You aren't going to be able to let me out of the house! I'll be raped by every swinging Dick who even catches a glimpse of me!" I started shaking, I know men's minds, and I was a wet dream. He often told me that signing me was a big part of that butI had no doubt he would have made it no matter what life had put in hispath. He was just that type of person.I was almost the perfect contrast to him. Pallid skin, a little out ofshape and with a scruffy beard and matching haircut. Physically the onlythings we had in common was both of us having black hair and that we wereboth just over six feet tall!He really did great work too. While that was his profession, he had aquite unusual. "Get the hell out of her you little, pink whore! Keep your filthy cunt away from me," the old woman yelled. She gave up chasing and turned back towards the rug, mumbling. "Damn strays, think they can just march up and talk to people..."She'd heard of people having a disease or something that made their skin blue. She vaguely remembered something from a movie, a woman that had cancer and her skin was greenish. She supposed the old lady was sick.The girl was mystified but hurried further up the. "Hey... Maryon! Let's get to bed and out of here," he whispered in her ear."Oh, sure," she murmured, beginning to get turned on and wanting the feel of a prick in her after her several months of abstinence, all the old sensations coming back to her. He looked as though he might be as good a stud as the next. "But I don't know if Mike'll let us, here." We'll go to your place. I'll drive," he said, squeezing her erecting nipple."What about your place, Carver? Do you have a chick stashed there?.