Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too tight.Panicked beats in his heart race;Clownish colour adorns his face,His heart and sleeve are wreathed in lace.***"Halloween" -->Based on. "Hey, there's Mark and Heather."Rob managed to flag them down with only slightly less flair than he had April and I. Heather ran up to us, gave me a quick hug, and squeezed between me and Barb on the bench. Mark came over and sat down next to Rob."Hey, Mark. So what do you guys want to do first?" asked Rob.April beat me to the punch again. "Wait for Ann, first of all. But after that, I want to go see our booth. I haven't seen it since it was finished." Shame on you. Okay, that sounds good to. Unlocking the door, Skyler holds it open and I step inside. She is right behind me and as we enter the kitchen, Skyler grabs a handful of my butt cheek. I jump slightly when I feel her squeeze her hand. Putting the bags on the counter, I turn and take the bag from her, placing it on the counter."Oh my, what have I done?" Skyler says, looking down at the large lump pushing against my shorts."You know very well what you have done, Skyler," I say, taking her hand and pulling her to me.Licking her.Read More