Hadn’t I locked it? I guess not. She was standing there, pushing the door closed with her back. Her hands behind her. She wasn’t smiling. She was ...pissed I thought. She looked serious. I imagined all the ways she would kick me or use some crazy Thai Chi to knock me out. I deserved it probably. I’d done nothing but stare at her for weeks and imagine different ways of fucking her. Never once saying a word to her in real life. Oh yeah. And I was standing there naked on top of everything else. I. "Would you mind closing your legs, love," she said. "There's a draught."Her voice was heavy with weary sarcasm. Brilliant. A sarcastic cop.I stood up slowly, teetered on my heels and gestured behind me."Erm, I dropped something." Oh. Your boyfriend in the bush is he, or somebody you found back there?"She jerked her head towards the town centre, where the night clubs werestill pounding."A ring." My voice felt too high and tight. I coughed, like that couldfree it up! Or give me my cock back.She. Not only was it capable of supplying electrical power to the new home, it was also hooked up to the power grid, when it was producing excess energy. It would be sold to the power companies at a standard fee. Brad was putting the finishing touches on the interior design of the main house. If Patty and Stephano approved his plans, it would take three to four weeks to go through the approval process of the city, and building could begin by the middle of September. If they just approved the. I wasn't asking for monetary compensation. I only asked that he replace my stockings if he ripped the ones I had on. It's strange how lately, more and more religious guys like to engage in bisexual liaisons. Their wives just don't seem to give them what they want. I put on a little lingerie, makeup, heels and cosplay wig, and I become anything they want for a while. Word gets around for a little while, then I take part in a gang bang. Like I said, I don't charge, but I do accept little gifts.