You shouldn't keep things bottled up. I did that once and... It didn't end well." He grimaces and I grin,"What happened?" I tackled a hotdog." He sees... my incredulous expression. "A man dressed as hotdog."My eyebrows furrow, "Um, why?"Spencer's gaze gets distant, and he says in a wistful voice, "I'm not sure anymore." He seems to snap out of it, pointing a finger at me, "So you should never bottle things up. Or you just end up hurting people dressed as food. And yourself."I make an 'A-Okay' sign. I went inside and asked what happened. Why have u closed the door she said she was not feeling well and need not want to be disturbed by anyone. That is why she had to close the door. She asked what is the matter i asked her to come to my cabin and i will show u something and came out. She came after 10 minutes . I ordered coffee. The peon got coffee i ordered the peon not to disturb us for 2 hours. She was just looking shocked at me . The poen closed the door. I put on the recorded tape and. He didn't have much time for people, so he spent his days travelling, gorging himself on all the world had to offer. He had seen the large collections of Europe and in the United States long ago, and now spent his time searching small towns to find some piece or other that he had heard about in his travels.More rewarding, however, was to find an exceptional or unusual piece in some country backwater, where the curator, if there was one, had not noticed the piece, or not realized its importance.. ” Jennifer said smiling. The rest of the afternoon was a mix of emotions. What on earth were they going to make the loser or losers do? Did I just get suckered into this bet and fall for the honey trap con? Tonya was certainly having an effect on me. She was clouding my judgment and I now realized that I could be doing who knows what the rest of the night. I tried not to think much more of it for the moment and focus on the feeling of Tonya’s legs d****d over my shoulders. Each time I.