“You’ve changed your hair, I like it,” he said in his low sexy voice.I couldn’t believe her remembered what my hair looked like and that I had... it cut differently.“Thanks, most people don’t notice.”“I haven’t seen you in here for quite a while, do you live in the area?” he asked.Okay, now what to say? Should I tell him I was there looking for him or should I make up some excuse for being there? There's not enough time to come up with something believable. I’ll just tell him the truth.“No, I. But greeting it, Carlo was hushed, for the angel told him she was, indeed, not an angel, but rather a nun from the nearby convent; she explaining further that the wings were those of her habit; she having been perhaps the lightest ever to wear the habit, it was found that a stiff wind could render her airborne, but she had not fully mastered the art of flight and sometimes was forced to land whither she could, rather than whither she would.Carlo heard her words, and understood, but still. Xania's complaints about helplessness from earlier in the morning also helped inspire the notion of binding her hands as well.Heather was actually quite eager to obey these commands, because she hoped it meant that Alan was about to fuck her, and she knew that would always be a very good thing. But then she raised a practical point. "With what? Did you bring a rope? A blindfold?" No. We'll use your panties to lash your wrists together behind your back, and if that isn't strong enough we'll use. She shrugged at the two us facing her, and commented, as if making an apologies, "you know how teenage girls can be -- they're fixated on playing this game, so rather than argue about it I just put some limits and said go ahead."Frank smiled understandingly, "yes, I vaguely recall having a teenaged daughter -- I definitely understand." Oh, yes, I forget you have a daughter too. How is she?" asked Denise.Frank looked troubled for minute, and explained that as far as he knew, she was fine. "We.