"That was just rude," I said as I clipped the first joint off his hands with the pruning sheers. Then I used the butane plumbers torch to cauterize th...e wound."Having to do that was unfortunate, but it's your fault. You gave me no choice. You would be well advised to keep your answers civil. Now where are they keeping out friends?" I asked."I got nothing to say butcher," he said.I walked to him with the sound of my steps he tensed. I pruned his little finger again. Again I hit it with the torch. Slowly, she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. She slid it off and then removed her skirt and shoes. Then she paused as she stood there in her bra and panties.?Keep going,? encouraged Heath. Again, he had to adjust his cock. It grew harder, if that was even possible, as more and more flesh was exposed. This body was flawless. It was ripe and feminine and so, so sexy. Symphony unsnapped her bra and shrugged the straps off of her shoulders, catching it in one hand and then hooking her. ’ His eyes suddenly brightened as his hand reached out to shake theirs. ‘You’re Shari Vayle,’ he said excitedly. After shaking her hand he embraced her in a warm hug that Shari was clearly uncomfortable in. ‘Cousin!’ ‘Cousin?’ Shari wondered. ‘I didn’t know Ernest had a son.’ ‘I was adopted, it’s a long story,’ the man with the sad eyes said happily. ‘I’m Julius. I’ve heard so much about you over the years.’ They shook hands, and Baxter offered his name. ‘Mr. Bennington,’ said Julius. It seemed like waves of new emergencies would come in and then a quiet period before the next wave. During the down times we were encouraged to rest. David and I were to share a small room that had a bed and a small fold out couch. As we finished our tasks I saw Sheila and mentioned we were going for a break, and asked if she'd like to join us for some comfort. Sheila told us that she was only a few years older than us just having finished college. Being her first job as a teacher, she wasn't.