This man wore some long cardigan like creation which rippled from purple to green; and a hat! A wide hat of dark ... no emerald ... no sea green. His ...clothes, like him, defied hard description.“Good morning? Walking up to the village? May I join you?” There was another worm, would he? With someone watching?“Sorry...” the man picked the worm up, it was difficult as it was slippery, it took time. “Yes, I like to rescue them, after all, they haven’t learnt to deal with tarmac.”“In summer he does. It felt so free to be peeing outside in the bushes. I could feel wind blowing on my balls. It felt nice because they'd just started growing hairs. Sometimes lately, when I was going to the toilet, my doodle would start to stick out a bit and it looked bigger. I could move side to side and it kind of wobbled out in front. It started happening now, and it felt nice out there with the sun shining on me too. But then I thought I better not do that now, because that man might see. I looked to. ....they are loaded with mischief and made worse by the crooked smile on your lovely, thick lips. As we go out to the car and we are about to get in, without warning, you lift your black lace skirt pull your panties down and pop a squat, realeasing a sustained golden shower which splalshes loudly on the asphalt, all the while grinning at me. Feigning anger, I grab you and throw you into the passenger seat of my Jaguar and the engine roars as we peel off into the night for my apartment. I take. "Ma'am? I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, they're no longer in business. Fly by nighters ... there are a lot of homeowners they ripped off. Don't get me wrong, the house is sound, they made their money in the details ... mostly in cheap paint and roofing." Ok ... I can see that this needs to be redone, Do you do that?" I questioned.Jimmy smiled, he might make a sale. "No ma'am. We cover the wood with aluminum, custom bent to fit. Never needs paint ... washes with a power washer. Protects.