. I’ll die.”“Whoa! Slow down there. Let’s back up and take this one step at a time.”“I’m old.”“Yes, you are.”Giving the young girl... a dirty look for not being polite about the matter, Gladys said, “You could have been nicer about that.”“I’m sixteen. Anyone over thirty is old. You’re old.”Despite her generally sad state of mind, Gladys had to laugh at that. There was more than a little truth in the young woman’s words. To Gladys, anyone under thirty was still a kid. The girl in front of her was. Eventually they wandered into the bedroom (which was relatively bare by comparison), stepped close, and tentatively began to kiss.That night John woke with a start. He sat bolt upright and looked around. "Surrey?" he whispered. She didn't appear to be in the bed or in the room. John felt over to her pillow, and touched a small stone object.In the dim light, he could tell that it was a small ivory statue, about the size of his thumb, but thicker, with an oblong shape. It was a man, about 3. I had setup a music room with a grand piano and other instruments as well as a stereo system. I also had individual listening rooms built. On the ground floor, there was a gym with free weights and Nautilus style machines, treadmills, elliptical machines, and stationary bikes. There was a ballet studio, a yoga room, whirlpool, sauna, and steam room. There was a shower room and outside there was a lap pool.I showed them the kitchen and dining room. I asked them if they wanted to share cooking. As “Hi”. I replied back whose this, then i came to know it was her no. She told that she is getting bored and she want to go out and hang around on Saturday evening. I got happy and told her to come down in the parking in 30 minutes. I also got ready in casuals .When I reached down, i was shocked to see her. She was in sleeveless revealing top and tight blue jeans.I started the car and asked her where she wants to go. She told me that she wants to go to a good restaurant. I asked whether she.