She didn't want them on the porch or thinking in any way that they were invited into the house. They were here to work in the fields and in the barn, ...not to become friendly with the owner while wasting time chatting on her porch or in her living room. She threw open the door just in time to see the unfortunate Olds park on the grass in front of her house.Normally, this would have caused an issue, but the early morning cobwebs in ther head and fact that they WERE on time kept whatever. Stopping, you look around for a quick getaway to go tease your kitten more. Slipping into an empty park, you quickly find a place shielded by bushes and trees. You can hardly contain yourself, the panties are half off and around your legs as your fingers dip slowly into your dripping wet honey pot, the other grasping your perky breast. You pant heavily, the breaths puffing visibly into the night. Your fingers working deeply into you, grinding against your hand. Your back arches and your eyes. Unremarkable, common clay jar - no inscriptions/designs. J. P. Reynolds, Persia - August, 1882." J.P. Reynolds had been one of the university's leading archeologists in the early days of field studies. Reynolds had collected a great number of the items that filled the crates in storage, as well as a good many of the items on display in the University Museum.Kim examined the small jar. It was common pottery with no designs, patterns, or drawings inscribed. "Probable the water or oil jar of some. “I’m sorry I hung up on you. I was upset, but I shouldn’t have done that.”“You don’t need to apologize to me. I was way out of line with what I did. I hope you can see your way clear to forgive me.”“I do forgive you. That doesn’t change things, though.”“I didn’t expect it to. I made a huge mistake, and I used you.”“Yes, you did. I’m sorry it turned out this way. I really liked you and I thought we were really good together.”“I thought so, too.”I was surprised when she hugged me, and I carefully.