“a thorn…there was a thorn from one of the roses, its stuck in my hip…” she told me, gesturing to her hip.i bent lower and held her hip and ex...amined the thorn, i pulled it out and threw it away….“it still stings…” she told me.i brought my head closer to her hips and started kissing her navel, licking and drooling on her hip….“ohhhh!!!Thats nice…” she said…her eyes closed, her toes curled, her hands grabbed my head and played with my hair.i continued kissing her navel, and moved to her stomach,. Walter was shaking with both fear and exhilaration as he drove away fromthe scene that night. His migraine had disappeared the moment he cameinside the shopgirl's tight little quim while she squirmed beneath himand he reached for the knife he had purchased that very afternoon.His suit was covered in her blood as were his hands. He was lucky hehadn't been caught in the act or making his escape. He had to controlhimself more, to plan better, to be better prepared and to make surethat any blood. I pick up the book opened flat on the coffee table. "This what you're reading?"She returns with the drink, handing it to me. "Oh, yes! It's just the most super book I've read in a long time. Thank you so much for giving it to me. I'm learning so much about," she stops then continues, "you men and how you think!" She sits down next to me, her kimono rising up her smooth thighs."Women Are from Venus, Men Are from Mars," I read the title. "Yeah, some of the secretaries said it helped them. Master must've been programming me. Yum.His large living room contained two black, leather couches facing each other with a glass coffee table in between them. To one side of the couches -her left from where they came in- sat two black, leather reclining chairs, with built-on cupholders, separated by an end-table on which sat a few remotes. A lower compartment contained video game controllers. On the wall on the other side of the couches hung an 80-inch television. She spied surround-sound.