The wind is absolutely howling against the side of the house my boss Mr. Hastings rented for our vacation. It’s so bad I can’t even sleep and it’s kind of scary. I go down the hall to his room and hop into his bed, snuggling close and hoping that the storm will pass. Soon I’m not interested in sleeping. The big thing against my ass is just too distracting. Read as I put Mr. Hastings where he shouldn’t be!
