I left home after a row withmy ex step-father and I don't know where it could be or how I can get acopy."Phillipa looked a bit confused but didn't say... anything. The SloaneRanger upper crust breading I supposed. The "One shouldn't ask, shouldone?" mentality.I made a decision."I think I need to tell you a bit about myself. Peter said I should tellyou but he left it up to me." Don't tell me anything if you don't want to. If Peter is happy aboutyou then that's good enough for me," she said sipping. But for that one perfect idea, I begin to write it, often deleting massive chunks of the writing to try and get it to my very best. As the descriptive writing blossoms into erotic, hardcore, lustful sex, my pussy begins to moisten, my nipples begin to harden and my teeth begin to sink into my lower lip as I get more and more aroused. Just the thought of my idea coming to life on the screen in front of me is too much for me to take. I try to keep writing until the horniness within me completely. “It’s not legal for me to have a gun with me when not here. Once you’re trained and licensed we can keep a few at the house for protection and you can carry one when we’re out and about. This way you can save both our lives. If we’re attacked you don’t have to fire back if you don’t feel like it, but I can and I will. Which I can’t do if you’re not legally carrying a gun I can borrow to use. Understand?”She nods while saying, “Yes, Sensei. Now I understand what you want and why I’ll study hard. I questioned driving back, or bunking in for the night, and returning today. Double-checking the road and weather conditions, I decided to head back home. About 1/2 way back home, I pulled in to a freeway rest stop. As I approached the building, I noticed a young woman near the doorway. I didn't think much of it, assuming she was waiting for a travel companion to come out of a restroom. When I finished in the restroom, and checking the map and weather kiosk, I headed for the door to continue.