We don't. There's a couch down here. Let's start here," I said.Lindsay looked at the couch. She started pulling her shirt off. She dropped it to the f...loor. She was walking across the basement floor and I saw her reaching down and unhook her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. She turned around and stood there in nothing but a bra and jeans.She slid her jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.I stood there in my jeans and t-shirt, staring at Lindsay who was wearing a peach bra. Seconds later a gentle knock sounded at the door and it opened without Trixie responding. Seeing Michael, her good friend, an obviously gay pretty boy with soft pale skin on a round boyish face and short spiky light blond hair, gave Trixie back her breath. Leo, an eccentric and distracted and attractive young man with light brown shoulder length hair, almost a dark golden hue, seeming to be in his early twenties whom Kat had introduced as the architect of the strange modernist house they. I wanted to talk to you about the phone call from Shirley because just her calling affects us. The rest of it, I have no reason for believing it's going to happen. If it did though, I'd come talk to you again before I made any decision. I hope you'd do the same for me. You never made any decisions, at least you never told me you made them. I made my decisions when we got our other situation straightened out, and I told you what they were." Are you asking me if I sucked any other cocks since. .. about “taste.” I didn’t have a great deal of art, but I prided myself on the things I had. Even though it was just a two-room flat, it was moderately large. The plants and rugs and art gave it a rich appearance and texture that was mine and, I thought, reflective of my personality.I spent about ten minutes telling her the story of the acquisition of a large marble statue ... a women curled up in an egg-shaped supplication, and then said, “But we’ve got work to do ... I’ll pick up on the tour.