I took some cotton and spirit and cleaned her leg. She was worried about her torn skirt. She asked me if I have a needle and thread for some temporary... arrangement. I could find one. She started stitching her skirt and was facing difficulty with the part backside. After some time I suggested her to stitch it on back side. While I was stitching it on the back side. I got a good view of her ass. I said “Anu do you remember you had asked me what do I like in you?, if I have to give a reply now I. Why did things change, you ask? I blame it all on The Black Creeper. Even all of these years later, I don’t like thinking about it. For us women, The Black Creeper was the embodiment of all of our worst fears. In the still of the night, when your nightmares seemed to be all too real, you could always hear The Black Creeper coming for you — Like a hungry shark patrolling the shallow waters searching for its next meal. The Black Creeper was the nickname that we had given to the large army staff. Ryan and his dad left and said they shall be back by late evening and should not be awaited for dinner. Soon after I also left.I came back by noon time and as nobody answered the door bell, finding the door unlocked, I walked upstairs to Ryan’s room. I glanced down in the backyard and saw the exact same scene repeated. Mrs. Lind was laying on her back in the back yard getting her body tanned but this time her eyes were wide open and she was looking towards the window in Ryan’s room to see me. That's when the whipping started.******************************************************************Flying Sucks!I don't mean suck in a good way either. Flying sucks one hundred year old man asshole skank. The only thing I hated more than flying was living in the Southwestern USA."It's a dry heat," everyone says. "Bull fucking shit!"One hundred and ten degrees, is 110 fucking degrees. At least with the cold you can always put on more layers, but there's only so much you can peel off when.