After a sumptuous dinner to which he had no ill regard, they all retired to the large salon with the huge fireplace and sunken "conversation pit" that... reminded him of a Roman arena for spectacles of a sordid nature.Lady Patricia had employed a string quartet for entertainment purposes and they played discreetly in a corner well away from the general conversation.Harold thought it all a bit of a farce and terribly expensive but endured it all with a silent tongue. One of the pretty young things. Heather laughed loudly throwing her head back. “It was that.” We continued to laugh, talking about how the people had looked at us and what they must have been thinking, especially when we had the bottle sent to my room. “It has been years since I’ve been in a hotel room with anyone except Grant” Heather said, “Let alone another man!” “What would Grant think about us being here together?” I asked. “Umm, let’s not tell him okay?” she said with a grin. “He isn’t really, really jealous, but...”. He still couldn’t get the idea of Jeff fucking Julie out of his mind and then there was Alan. Alan worked for the same company but in a different department. He had seen him when Julie came to visit; seen his smile, seen his lust. He didn’t know much about his private life but he knew that he wanted Julie. He would have to contend with that. He would have to contend with the fact that he would be sitting in a meeting with him and that Alan would look across at him with thoughts of his last. We did many ramp shows and shoots together and follow daily workout schedule and hit the gym almost daily together... he's such good friend to me and a huge party freak!And there is my friend Angela.She was a litral bombshell, 5.8" tall brunette with 36b boobs and curvy Ass, lookalike "kat dennings" in light brown skin tone.I met her few weeks back in a ramp show she was a model and we did that show together.I found her very good in conversation and we were sharing common interests.After the.