“Go ahead kitten, reach back, beneath my balls and make some small circles. Massage me just beneath my sac.”I could feel her fingers begin to do j...ust that. She pulled and released my ball-sack. She rubbed that oh so secret spot just beneath them in a frenzy of wanting to please. I felt the pressure of her fingers, wanting, needing as she slipped one finger even further, hesitating as she discovered that I didn’t say no, but encouraged her onward by opening my own legs a hair wider. I spanked. Guess that's news." What'd you see?" his wife asked, dabbing at her mouth with a corner of her linen napkin.'Body, dead body that'd been in the river a few days." Oh," his wife said. "Whose?"Beall waited until he had chewed down some of the dumpling in his mouth and thought of how much his wife really wanted to know as well as how much she already knew. Margaret Beall did not like being left out of her husband's business. "Fellow called Sparks, was the Brookes' overseer once, some time back." I. . I watch him eat dinner. After he's done, I get the leftovers. There's a bunch. I know he cooked more for this purpose. It could be worse, but Gabe isn't that cruel. Plus he knows how much I love spaghetti. Luckily it hasn't gone cold yet. Gabe sets out a glass of water for me. I reach out for his hand and kiss it, murmuring a quick thank you before he pulls away. I can feel the reluctance as he does pull away. I also notice that that woman hasn't come yet. I really hope she doesn't show at. Eventually I pushed myself up and slowly dressed, almost reluctant to leave. Geetha sat up on the sofa but made no attempt to put the night dress back on her. She watched until I slipped on my shoes and gathered my books.“Smarty, I’d like to do some remodeling but I don’t think I’m ready. However, I’d really like to see more of your work so I can get more ideas about just what I might want to do some day. If you could come back at your convenience, I’d like you to show me more.”“I will do.