‘What do you think?’ Bobby asked, standing next to his father who looked pleased. ‘It’s beautiful,’ Ariana said honestly as she looked aroun...d. ‘Come see your kitchen,’ Bethany grabbed Ariana by the hand and led her to the kitchen. ‘It’s amazing,’ Ariana breathed. ‘Is that the latest stand mixer?’ she asked. ‘Yes, it is. Bobby had us order the top of the line, he wants you to have the best,’ Bethany answered. ‘It’s amazing,’ Ariana repeated. She turned to Bobby and his father. ‘Thank you Mayor. And didn't want to speculate all that much, either.Back outside, I was sort of happy to see that the jumper was an old Arran one I'd actually bought with me - so nice to be wearing my own clothes for a change - and plenty warm enough for the weather. Which was just as well as I knew some of the guys hereabouts had a fairly basic view of sexual relations, meaning that I'd prefer to move away from the dome before Unknown W got slightly straighter and decided I owed him something.So I wandered. "Mmm," she mumbled. I breathed heavy breaths, but said nothing.I thought about her, and all that we've accomplished, everything that we've done, and how I'm fucking her here, in some cheap motel, in the middle of nowhere. And how she loved it. How she wanted this from me. And how she had brought me to this. All that I want in this one moment is to fuck her, here, on the floor, in full awareness."How's your job going?" she asked me, smiling. Her eyes grow more brilliant with each thrust."Good,". At one place, I saw some people were kissing and were making out. I tried not to pay attention at such things. But my agent noticed my expressions, he came to me and kept his hand around my waist and asked me , don’t you like kissing and sex. I felt uncomfortable and said no. He was kind of disappointing and asked me for a drink. I said I don’t drink alcohol. He was again disappointed; I was too young to see what he was trying to do.He came with a glass of orange juice; I drank the juice in one.