I was out the back door and coming around the garage Wednesday night when I saw your mom come to the barn. I was so startled I ran back to my room and... covered my head with the blanket for fear she'd seen me." I laughed."I almost said something inappropriate when she stuck her head through the loft thinking it was you." What would you say that was inappropriate for your mother to hear?" Just something like 'Hey, beautiful. I love you.'" Well, your mom is beautiful and you love her." Not like I. They were freshly painted. She keeps them done because she knows I like it, and I know she didn't shower before she went to bed. When it comes to foot fetishes there are so many degrees and levels. Some people simply like to to look, some are into arches, some toes, some soles, and some even the smell. Me, I'm all the above and then some. So with me knowing she didn't shower before bed, i was so curious as to how they smell and taste. I quickly remember that yesterday she was wearing Toms with. "You trust me, right?" Melanie said, brandishing the clippers."I...I guess." Robb was stoned, as usual. His hair never did what hewanted it to. He had too many cowlicks, his hair kept trying to do thatemo thing, drooping over his right eye. So, Melanie had decided to getrid of it. All of it."It'll look good," She whispered. It didn't takeher long, and soon his hair was everywhere except on his head. Robbstudied himself in the mirror. His brown eyes looked darker, henoticed. He wasn't too sure. It was only a cough, but it was definitely a human sound, and she froze right away. The moonlight didn’t allow her to see anyone, but the dock attached to Dean’s cabin bobbed softly and she saw a small cloud of smoke dissipating in the air. She walked furtively towards the dock, and was relieved to find Dean sitting there, staring out in space. The dock gently shifted beneath her feet as she strode down the planks, to walk around him and take a chair. Dean casually turned towards her, his.