His efforts stretched far beyond plugging in a warming air freshener claiming to be scented like the sea. He’d been to the coast hundreds of times, ...and had only smelled rotting sargassum, fish, and that vague salty sea air. The air freshener, though a fanciful interpretation of the sea, was a hundred times more pleasant and helped contribute to a burgeoning atmosphere of freshness and life that had long ago vacated his place. While sorting things room by room, he had taken a careful inventory. One night she slipped into the backyard of the Gibson home.Peering into the French doors leading out onto the low built deck she could see much of the family room. Her heart leapt as she saw Mike settled in a recliner. His son sat in his lap and his two daughters perched on the arms of the chair. She strained her ears but could only catch the low, soft rhythm of his voice. Undoubtedly, he was telling them a bedtime story.She ground her teeth as that woman entered. Pat scooped the little boy. Shehoped it did not become an a regular "thing." Upstairs now!" he said.She hurried upstairs, with Ron close behind.She started to get undressed, but he said, "No leave it, get on thebed."This was not going to be love making, he was so turned on he was goingto just fuck her.He removed his underwear and his erection looked even larger thannormal. She panicked when she thought he was going to use her "dry."Ron reached in the draw for the lubrication, squeezed a dollop on hishand and coated his. The last I saw, it was snowing heavily, which means the temperature was likely in the mid-twenties." I told you, I can deal with it," she told me, her voice a little angry.She donned the coat and I went into the garage. As soon as she had a chance to glance around, I hoisted on manual rope to lift the door.It lifted up ... and up ... and up. Until it was eight feet off the ground, there wasn't anything but snow to see. After eight feet, there was the thinnest sliver of gray sky visible."On the.