“Honey!” I call out. “I forgot to grab a towel, will you bring me one?” Your smiling face appears next to the open shower door. “I’d be ha...ppy to, babe, but it’s gonna cost you.” I roll my eyes. I can’t possibly bargain with you at 5:30 in the morning. “What?” I whine, but you’re gone. Off to get my towel, I hope. A minute later, the shower door opens again and you step in with me, naked, your erection giving away the nature of your thoughts and clueing me in to the cost of forgetting my towel.. I would have expected it to have arrived on Friday, if she had mailed it in the Wednesday.I opened the letter, and read what she had written:Will, I’m hoping this will arrive before the weekend, so you can make alternative arrangements for the university vacation. I won’t be coming up to Sydney for the next few weeks, there’s far too much going on here for me to miss. I’ve been trying to work out how to tell you this for a while, but I think we should stop seeing each other. Not that we. ’ Her eyes moved back to the article, as she instructed, ‘The bread’s next to the toaster. The jam is homemade, from raspberries I picked last summer.’ A bark at the door signaled Faith to let Hershey in, while Bill busied himself at the counter. The jingle of dog tags indicated her approach, so he turned to say good morning to the friendly Lab, as her owner went back to the table. It stayed quiet, until he sat down across from Faith, took a bite, and said, ‘Mmm, this is delicious.’ ‘Thanks.. . for something I missed." Yes... oh yes. There is something," the preacher said softly as he sat with his thigh pressed close to the woman's warm leg. "It's this." He held up a picture of Bernice's sister on her knees, her face buried in Harvey's crotch and, although it was not directly visible, it was obvious that she had taken the full length of his penis into her mouth... and throat. "Do you see what I mean?" Uh... no... I don't think so? Didn't I sort of... yesterday?" The memory of having.