"Don't get a big head. That was a spur of the moment response. If he asked the same question again, I would tell him that it could have been better if... you had cooperated." Thanks for the critique. Do you need to pee?" Yes, but I'm going to wait until I know their door is closed." How about taking the condom with you?"She got out of bed, found one of my shirts to wear, and took the condom to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, and she was soon back. "I'm ready for that goodnight kiss," I. She’s sitting sideways in the passenger seat, sunglasses removed, tanned legs stretched out in front of her, and the object she’s holding is in her mouth. It’s a dildo, quite a long dildo. The phone is in her other hand and I assume she’s snapping a selfie.She takes the dildo from her mouth and looks around furtively. Everything is silent save for the soft rustle of leaves and birds tweeting. There’s not a hint of traffic, to the point where the sunlit scene seems strangely eerie. Vicky sits,. ’“I have to admit; when I first saw the house I was a little disappointed. It was half as big as Garret’s Texas house and not nearly as stately. But the inside changed my opinion. Entering the front door, I stood in a large vestibule; to my left was a large, vaulted ceiling, great room with an immense fireplace, which served as a living room and dining room; straight ahead was the winter kitchen, behind that kitchen, outside the house, was the summer kitchen. There were two bedrooms to the. ’ ‘Oh Yeah,’ she smiled at the memories, ‘Anyway, I just feel a bit… I don’t know what it is.’ ‘Me too,’ he answered, ‘Look we’ve both just said goodbye to vast parts of our lives, it’s tough.’ ‘But,’ she tried to find the words to explain, ‘It was never my house you see?’ ‘What?’ ‘It was Brian’s house, and I moved in. I may have chosen some colours and wallpaper a few times and made it look nice, but it was never ‘mine’, least I never felt it was mine. I just moved in and that was it.’ Indeed,.