A few minutes later, I announced that itwas my turn, and I was off to the restroom, too. Theysaid it was time to call it a night anyway, but thankedme... for making the night so much fun and that they hopedwe could do it again sometime.On my way back from the john I stopped off and looked inon Trish. She was laying there just as I’d left her,still dead to the world. I went back out and flaggeddown my waitress, paid my bar tab and thanked her againfor her hospitality concerning Trish slipping. You shiver. The cool breeze from the window brings with it the green smells of pine and freshly cut grass to mingle with the scent of the candles and our lovemaking. Soft music and nightsounds make the perfect backdrop for our ragged breathing.I open my eyes and see your blue eyes smiling into mine. You lean down and kiss my lips, under my ear, then my neck. I turn my head to give you more access and arch my back against you, feeling my nipples harden against your chest. You continue moving. The shop was open and the fellow was sitting alone. It appeared that his assistant had not returned from his village. I told him, ‘Sir, we have taken photographs. It was indeed very nice of you to have lent the camera without any deposit. Now may I request you to kindly take back your camera.” The man smiled at us and silently proceeded to remove the roll from the camera. Then I asked him, ‘Sir, the statistics in the billboard is surely not a test bowling figure, is not it? ‘No, it is not,’. When I called for her, she was wearing different makeup than usual. It made her seem a bit older and far more polished. She was wearing high heels, something she normally avoided. And she wore a cheong-sam, the traditional sheath-like dress with the slit up the side. It was jet black, clingy, and tied about her neck, leaving her back and shoulders bare. With her pale flesh and flawless complexion, her slinky dress and a flash of long, shapely leg right up to mid-thigh with each graceful step,.