"She looks like a hundred miles of bad road," my grandpa would have said.Her head snapped around to look at me, and I paused, noticing hawk-like eyes ...and feral teeth. "Umm...can I help you?" I said uncertainly.The creature rose up onto her feet and approached me with a lumbering gait. I could practically see the stink lines radiating from her, and did my best to hold still and breathe through my mouth.She stopped a footfall away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with great difficulty, her. The hundreds of miniature multi-colored lights on the Christmas tree cast a festive glow on the staircase. Good thing too, Tim thought. Without the light, he would have tripped over his daughter, sleeping peacefully on the landing. He stepped over her and silently went about the bittersweet task of creating Christmas. It was something that Sarah had loved to do, even before Grace was born. The old farmhouse that they had bought twelve years ago seemed to come to life at Christmas, as if the. I used to exercise daily at top of my floor. Sometimes she will come there have some fresh air or for some other reasons.Normally I will cover myself when she is there. One day she enquired about me and my family very casually and I also responded her from then onwards she used to speak with me very freely.She will smile at me whenever we saw each other very rarely does she ask me some help like going to shop or getting something while am returning from outside. She is attracted to me only. "You know exactly what I mean, Simpson, a closer look at ME." But, I'm, uh, I'm on duty.I, I..."His jaw dropped, ending further comment, as he saw my bra drop which left my naked boobs staring back at him through the reflection in the mirror."Holy Christ!"Then I turned to face him, stooped to slide my panties off, and then stood in all my naked glory. I thought Simpson was going to have a fit. I saw I was going to have to take even more of the initiative.Simpson saw Sam remove his shirt as he.