The trash man comes early, often before dawn. It is a noisy and aggressive process - emptying the bins. The trash man makes no effort to soften his in...trusion into our early morning quietude, so my wife and I usually go on and get up.We've had a long and contentious relationship with the trash man. It's been the same guy for as long as we've lived here. He is a grump and the more we strived to get into his good graces, the more he seemed to dislike us. It's been thoroughly disheartening because. WhenBrenda glanced up at me over the top of her novel, I swiftly tore my eyesfrom her proud pudenda and tried to concentrate on colouring in my chosendrawing. I gave my Barbie sky-blue eyes and hot-pink lips, but I keptsneaking glances at my cousin's panty crotch, obsessed with the hiddentreasure I knew to be barely concealed beneath the thin layer of silkynylon material.I don't know what book she was reading, but Brenda was obviously enjoyingit. It had a lurid cover showing a couple dressed in. He'd probably think it was his own. I would know the truth. I would know that I had not only taken her virginity but knocked her up; physical proof that she'd been my slut.It was so tempting, but... but... Róis was so happy. I ensured she found the one person that would complete her. Without that, she might never have found him. She could have gone her entire life without ever having found her special someone. She wasn't lucky like me. She didn't have her father creating her dream lover, or. Now that was an image I was going to think about all morning."Eww! You smell like a ... barn!" Courtney complained when I sat down with my eggs. "Where did you sleep and can't you take a shower before breakfast?" Uh ... to be specific, Courtney, I smell like a horse, not a barn. You should take a deep breath because as soon as you finish your ride and brushing down your horse, it's exactly what you'll smell like." I'm at least taking a shower afterward." I wouldn't, if I were you. You see,.