Gag.Every time I stepped in the kitchen and asked for what I couldn’t find I asked if she was sure.“I’ll be fine,” she lied.Since she had hidd...en my prospecting gear here ... there ... and everywhere, I must have asked 35 times and got the same answer: “I’ll be fine.”After it was all loaded, packed away and snug ... I went for my last kiss and to ask, “You’re sure?”“I’ll be fine.”Fully loaded ... both Jim and my Toyota ... What? You bet I’m driving! Jim had a snoot full ... we pulled away from. “They need a bit of brushing off,” she said and disappeared into the house leaving me standing there with my growing erection. She reappeared a minute later holding a brush followed by a middle-aged woman who she introduced as her mother, Gail. They were both smiling and giggling.“I know Tom said he was good, but I didn’t expect him to be this good,” Gail said as they both looked down at my erection.“Have you told him?” she looked at her daughter questioningly.“No, Mum, but I did drop a bit of. Of the lot of them, it was Linda who inspired the worst memories: the smarm, the teacher's pet, nasty as the rest of them underneath it all, but always delivering it with a sugary smile. But that smile was on display along with the rest of Linda that afternoon, even without an audience. "You know, Maggie, I'm starting to enjoy this," she said as Maggie turned her shower off; Linda followed suit and set about patting herself dry. "It's kind of a kick once you get used to it." I've always found. “It doesn’t look at all like a horrific attack ever took place.”“That’s right, Cassandra. Workers were here all day yesterday and into the night working to repair the damaged window,” the reporter explains. “According to sources, the assassin jumped through the glass and made her escape.”“Well, so far things seem to be looking up,” Cassandra remarks happily.“That they are,” the reporter echoes.“Thank you for that report, Tabitha.”“Thank you.”Cassandra shuffles a couple of papers in front of her.