I shall consult Miss Frobisher about her luggage quantity.”It was still afternoon, and too early to start preparing the table, so I buzzed her offic...e. There was no reply, so I next buzzed her room. She answered.“Frobisher.”“Ma’am, I have been instructed to assist you, should you have a large quantity of luggage to be moved to another destination. Otherwise, we do the removal tomorrow in its entirety.”“Thanks, Jeeves. Let me see, and ring you back.”It took her some time before she got back to. My wife and I have been married for 14 years and are both 36 years old. She is 5' 6", 120 lbs., with a girlish figure of 34A-21-35. She has a flat stomach, dark red silver dollar areola and nipples that are always ridged. Her nipples press through her cloth and are visible all of the time, attracting attention from males' young and old, even thou her tits are not big. She loves to have her nipples sucked gently, because they are so sensitive. I decide to stake out the house that next Wednesday. I'm Dean from Canada." I told her the city, of course."Oh my God, I love Canada. I'm Chrissy."Chrissy was a light-skin brown girl about 5"2 with a cute little body. Great body, actually. She wore a black dress."Where are you from Chrissy?" San Diego. Originally from Minnesota."That's when her friend motioned to her that she wanted to leave. Chrissy wanted to stay, which I liked. I bought her whatever drink she had in her hand and I had another Bud. I needed to figure out a way to get rid of her. I hear water running, and I want to go into the bathroom and drag her back by her short hairs. But I don’t want to fuck up more than I must have, so I practice what I want to say to her while I wait. I hear the water stop and when my heart starts pounding, I realize that I need to see her face again. I’ve had a rough past few weeks, true, but Shawna has a way of making me feel better even when I’m not upset. Hearing her footsteps, I sit up, trying not to look like I missed her too much. I am.