You know what I mean. And of course I don’t mind having you as a guest. Donna said laughing again.We get to the room. I get the pay per view going, ...Call room service for beer and some hot wings. Jamal and I settle into a couple of chairs to watch the fight. Donna sits on the floor with her head leaning against my legs and rubbing my legs with her hand.Half way thru the fight Jamal says jokingly it is not fair that Donna is massaging my legs .I tell Donna to go massage Jamal’s legs so I won’t. I’ll see if they can give us more time to find a place. But let’s not wait on them. Tasha, I know you hate it, but can you check on some of the housing programs through social services.’ Mr. Lucas spoke. ‘I will come with you, Dianna. I can call my boss and tell him-‘ Dianna stopped him mid sentence. ‘Mr. Lucas, do not miss work because you need that job, but if you can, ask around about housing.’ She smiled as he nodded. ‘Mr. George, we need Mrs. Lucas to go with Tasha. If she takes the. She was looking even more exhausted than earlier, George noted as he took his seat again.George watched as she drank. Her thin, flawless neck gulped down a few swigs from the aluminum can before she continued talking. He no longer even pretended to listen. Everything she was saying was bullshit, anyway, just a bunch of teenage drama. What he was interested in had nothing to do with her friends or the bullshit intrigue of teenage politics.She'd unzipped her coat, finally, and her skin had. How can I help?”“You can help me with my lotion.” She gives him a light kiss, “This is so hot, it’s just like getting ready for a date when I was single except now I have a husband to help me.”Mike pours lotion on his hands and warms it up before applying it to his wife’s body. He rubs the lotion on her shoulders and down her back.“That feels so good. You have such good hands.”“Does your date have good hands?”She catches his eye in the mirror and says, “My date. That’s cute. My date has great.