When she”s at home,she is always in short shorts the kind that are loose at the leg openings you could always see her sweet pantied cameltoed pussy....She was at home alone last christmas Holidays cause her parents went south to be with their Son,Nick. One night two days before Christmas it was snowing heavy and a traffic advisary was telling people if they didn”t need to be on the road to stay off it.It was around 11:30 PM,we got a phone call from Missy,saying she was at a Bar and needed a ride. They had welded themselves to the bars just as they had to his medallion.He had noticed that the odd power fluctuations he often had when he turned the slicer on had stopped happening after that and he didn’t seem to run out of electricity anymore. He had suspected the crystals could store electrical charge and now he was very sure that they did.He did wonder if they were like the crystals that he had heard that the travellers needed. If they were, he knew they were worth a fortune, as they had. What follows is the story of her and Uncle Horace in her words. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I met that crotchety old fart for the first time in August of (year deleted). He was foul-mouthed and insulting and, at first, I just didn’t care for him, but it was a job and I was almost out of unemployment. The state would have supported me because of my condition, but I’ve always paid my way and I wasn’t about to go on the public dole. The pay wasn’t that great, but the perks it. ‘It’s not just that, though,’ I said slowly, meeting her eyes again. ‘I do love them both. And they love each other, and me. It’s not just about sex.’ She nodded, waiting for me to continue. ‘It’s fucking bizarre, is what it is,’ I said with a sigh, leaning back in my chair. ‘But for whatever reason, it works.’ ‘Then why do you want him to meet someone?’ Her head was tilted, her brow wrinkled in confusion. ‘Because – Ben and I are going to spend our lives together. He’s my…One, you know? It.