Paul explained that he actually lived at the house where the party was in a bungalow out the back. He said I could have a sit and a smoke out there if... I wanted to. I thought why not and we slipped out into his room.For a bungalow it was roomy with a single bed, a TV and fridge and a leather couch. The place was tasteful and the bedside lamp which was on gave enough light without making it bright.We sat on the couch together, not too close and taking the wait of my feet was great although I left. Once she had begun to re-compose herself, I told her that she had hit rock bottom in the shitty day stakes, and the benefit of hitting rock bottom is that your day can only get better from here on in, and all she needed to do now was walk back in with your head held high and reclaim your day and make it finish off better than it had been.Once I got off the phone from her, I knew I had to do something to brighten her day and help her turn it around, and I knew exactly what to do. I got my iPhone. All she needed was that one book. Damn it! However a few days later she let me hand her a few more books, one at a time. That day she was wearing a blue thong the let me see most of her ass before her skirt covered it.Then Miss Amore asked if I was willing to stay after closing on Saturday. She was assigned the job of dusting the top of the bookcases and the top three rows of books that no one could reach from the floor. Ms. Jenkins would not climb a ladder. There were rumors that she had. Approaching the bed he looked down at Asim’s sleeping form and smiled at the small snores he could hear. Asim was sleeping so peacefully. As he turned for the door Asim rolled over and opened his eyes.“Chigaru couldn’t speak as he looked down at Asim’s chest laid bare by the slipping sheet. He rolled over and sat up some making the sheet slip down even more showing Asim’s smooth mid-drift and as Chigaru looked he saw a trail of hair leading from Asim’s bellybutton down below the covers. Oh.