Adult DatingBlog

Not only was it hot, but the fucking humidity was so high that
the slight breeze didn’t dry his skin either. Fucking air
conditioner had the condenser shot, or something. It was
always something.
Damn thing had quit late in the afternoon and he couldn’t get
it fixed until the repairman looked at it in Monday morning.
And it was only Saturday night now.
Norman knew about keys, and locks, and deadbolts. His father
had let him work in the locksmith’s shop since he was about six
years old, teaching and guiding his son. (more…)