I rarely feel like a ‘Miz’.I suppose it’s easiest to say that I’m independently wealthy. Rolling the small, thick ceramic cup between her palms Lysette relaxed, killing time before needing to go pick Cody up later on. “Oh mercy. With that arousing picture in mind, Illysette left the Body Shop. She tossed on a pair of hip hugging black panties, took some teeny cutoffs and a different tank top with her to the breakfast nook just off the galley. Are we going to offer Dusty a position as crew?”
She strained a little to look back over one shoulder at him. How long have we known one another? Another fifteen minutes or so and I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Great. I don’t remember seeing you here before.”
The woman turned to fully face her, returning the smile with one every bit as bright and engaging. She still refused to call it the head but had to smile as she thought waking up needing head was not the worst way to greet the new day.
