Indian Queen 6

Concerned that she might burst a blood vessel, I held my hand up and backed out of the room. My meek behavior was clearly unexpected, and it infuriate... her even more. She followed me into the hallway, screaming incoherently."Go back in your room and brood, feel sorry for yourself or whatever you do, but stop giving me your brand of crap because I don't need it." I said, and watched her retreat. I half expected her to say, "Yes, Sammy," like she'd done in the past, but she slammed the door in. " Uh huh." Was all he said as he unlaced his sneakers and took them off then tugged off his wet socks and hung them up next to his shirt. He reached down and unbuckled his belt then unzipped his jeans and started pulling them off.Startled, she asked. "Uh, excuse me but what are you doing?"He looked at her curiously. "Well I'm getting out of my wet clothes and hoping they'll dry by the time the storm has passed, I wouldn't want to catch a cold. You should do the same thing as wet as you are."At. More

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