In the elevator we wrap our bodies around each other and kiss, passionately, our hands roaming all over each other, damn the security camera His floor..., we exit, walking down the hall way his hand now firmly grasping my ass, my hand tugging at the buckle of his belt. Card key out he slips it in the lock, the door opens and we push ourselves in, the heavy door closing behind us. Immediately he pushes me up against a wall, his body firmly against mine. His hands grab my wrists and raise them high. Next time take me to a vet!Murphy from Dublin, wanted to expand the line of furniture in his storeSo he decided to go to Paris to see what he could find.After arriving in Paris, he visited with some manufacturers and selected a line that he thought would sell well back home. To celebrate the new acquisition, he decided to visit a small bistro and have a glass of wine.As he sat enjoying his wine, he noticed that the small place was quite crowded, and that the other chair at his table was the. Wayne was wearing a cream and blue/red check shirt. I handed Wayne a present of homemade blackberry and apple jam, homemade apple chutney and a bottle of claret wine. He thanked me warmly and commented on the homemade labels. We looked through the kitchen window as he asked whereabouts I had parked. I noticed there were two or three mounds of brown earth upon his lawn – moles he confirmed, tunnels heading towards and beyond the crab apple tree which was heavily laden with ripe fruit. The brew. "I will," Mike agreed. He looked over at Mark, who had Jackie's arms around him. "We'll take it easy. Kirsten, I'll see you up at the 919 crossing when we stop." Two minutes to the start," Clark's voice boomed. "Will the mushers please take their positions."Mike and Mark broke away from their families, and walked to the center of the ice between the two dog sleds, stuck out their hands, and shook them. "Once we get out of sight of the crowd, I'll hold up for you," Mike said."If you're leading,".