"It's never held the mixture more than a few hundred miles, Bobby. I think the screws were poorly machined on that model. Thanks for picking it up. I ...assume you were able to get a ride to Portland without any trouble." George said, recovering from the handshake."One of my clients was visiting her sister and I had just finished doing her hair, so I used my charms and got a ride. Come on George, do you really think I can't get a ride if I need it?" Bobby feigned looking hurt."Bobby, I am sure not. Smiling, she stepped back and moved her hands over her stomach, wishing it was still as flat as it was in her younger years.When she moved her hands over her neatly trimmed mons and between her legs, she felt the crusty remains of her husband's semen. They had enjoyed a night of slow, loving, and very passionate lovemaking after leaving the other couples.Reflecting on the past few months, Liz could hardly believe that she was seeing the same woman. She thought about how mundane her, and her. I focused my eyes on the painting and tried to look past it. I tried and tried but to no avail. A little disappointed, I sat back down. I read the message one more time before quickly getting up to replace it and to close the access door on the clock. I sat back down on the sofa. It was nearing four o’clock. The warning from the note was to not look into the painting when the clock chimes. I was scared and nervous. I needed to try at four. I needed to see if I could see something in the. ’ “Julian Artegos,” the man replied. “Nice to meet you,” Kevin responded. “Let me ask you, why do you do this?” Julian queried. “Do you see how beautiful and exquisite she is?” Julian nodded. “Breathtaking.” “She has been a marvelous and faithful wife. She is the mother of our two children. Now, I would like to see this beautiful, marvelous, breathtaking woman in the throes of multi-orgasmic passion. She deserves that. She should have that.” “So you intend to observe?” “I won’t interfere. I.