So he gave me Deniz's number and we started to text each other on Whatsapp, which didn't have a profile picture. I'm picturing this person as a regula...r Turkish guy since my friend always mentioned about his cousin while taking about soccer, both of them were Galatasaray fans. I arrived at İzmir and went to the job interview. It was fine but it wasn't my main concern, it was just a reason to go on this trip. After this job interview I took a taxi to go to Deniz's place. When I get there she. I didn't want to miss a single step or angle as they rounded the couch.Their asses looked amazing but it was double the pleasure watching them walking back to the center of the room. When they came together, they were facing each other. Then keeping to the music they turned around in circles slowly making sure I saw them from every single angle. As the music popped and grooved they started the show like they were on some runway in a fashion show. As one would start to walk around the coffee. “I love it!” she said, curling into his arms. “Hey, I’m really tired, do you think I could take a cat nap?”“Yeah, come on,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to another part of the house.“Wow, this is beautiful,” she said looking around as they walked.“I’m glad you like it, baby,” he said opening the door to the bedroom.“Ooooh, a big bed,” she said crawling on it.“Yeah,” he said snuggling up next to her.“Lemme get comfy.” She hopped off the bed, undid her pants and slipped them off,. It wasn’t that the photos revealed any lack of love and affection toward his wife and his child. It was that he looked so haunted and confused. Ada could not look at her son in this photo without the visage of the other photo, the photo she’d found on J. Harvey Kincaid’s nightstand, rising up out of the ether to float alongside it. And her heart stopped beating, if just for a second, each time she looked at one of the photographs of her son’s family. But then Ada would simply tuck the.