By Marianne Mancusi
If Chrissie Hayward knew that morning she'd be going again in time to rescue her loopy coworker Kat, she'd have worn greater footwear. Doubly so if she'd anticipated to fulfill her real love. in keeping with the mysterious gypsy, Chrissie was once the "gentle soul who could tame an outlaw's thirst for revenge" -- aka the true Robin Hood. So how come the fellow used to be the sort of dud? LOST...IN SHERWOOD woodland? No, Robin of Locksley used to be no Prince captivating. And the half approximately robbing the wealthy to feed the negative? He did not get the memo. actually, all of the man appeared to do was once mope. (And he and his not-so-merry males idea Chrissie was once a boy. certain, she wasn't stacked, yet still!) still, he was once dependable and courageous and good-looking as sin. If Chrissie coudl simply get him with the software, she may well correct his wagon and get those boyz'n the wooden to be heroes of the world rather than twerps in tights. simply then might this prince of thieves turn into king of her middle.
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I'm one of the good guys. And totally for the good old 'rob from the rich, give to the poor’ concept. " Robin repeats, looking completely confused. "Yeah, you know," I say, scrambling to my feet. " "Lad, I tell you true, I know not of what you speak. " I raise an eyebrow. " Did I get it wrong? Is he not the infamous outlaw after all? No, he has to be. He's Robin of Locksley. He's wearing green, he lives in Sherwood Forest, he has merry men. I've got to be right. Maybe he just doesn't want to admit it in front of me.
I suppress my bladder's urges as long as possible before speaking. "Um, Rob? You think the coast is clear? " He laughs softly. " He pats my knee. "I will check. " He crawls out of the cave, giving me a good view of his muscular backside. I know I shouldn't be staring, but trust me, if you saw a butt like this guy's you'd stare too. " I ask, crossing my fingers for an affirmative answer. There's no way I'll be able to hold out much longer. "Aye," he says. Grateful, I pop out of the cave and dive into the bushes to pee.
I know I shouldn't be staring, but trust me, if you saw a butt like this guy's you'd stare too. " I ask, crossing my fingers for an affirmative answer. There's no way I'll be able to hold out much longer. "Aye," he says. Grateful, I pop out of the cave and dive into the bushes to pee. I wonder if eunuchs usually pee standing up or sitting down. I would assume still standing up, right? I glance back at Robin. He's got his back respectably turned, so I decide to squat. I grab random leaves to wipe, praying that none of them are medieval species of poison ivy.