Whether prearranged or happenstance, he made her feel special, handling Gretchen with masculine verve. All through that weekend, the maestro taught he...r about a woman’s sexual capacities. Her older sister collaborated, whispering tips and advice whenever her father’s colleague used the curious Gretchen’s body to reveal yet another position or technique. Ever since, the chalet was a magical place to Gretchen. The car slid to a stop before the chalet. The pair alighted. There was a whiff of smoke. She kicked off her shoes. She twerks, dipped her ass to the floor and popped it back up. Her finale was the full spilt and then she bounced her ass while the cool hardwood floor touched her pussy lips. He took his money and made it rain on her. She hopped up on her knees and twerk her succulent ass. He couldn’t take it anymore. He stood to his feet. The first thing he took off was his sweater. He tossed it on the couch. He pulled her to him so their chests could touch. ‘You are so beautiful,’. He couldn’t watch, he couldn’t bear to see the woman he loved all over another man. Yes, Logan loved her, had been in love with her since the first time he saw her. She had walked into the drawing class with a little white dress on, her soft brown hair shorn into a short, pixie-like cut, rosy cheeks and big blue eyes. Though she didn’t seem to notice him at all, she had sat right next to him. They hadn’t spoken until a couple days later. Logan forced himself to stop thinking about her. She. [hic] Goodnight Shir. [hic]" Then he saluted sloppily.Then John returned his salute, "Good night Bronson." Then he finishedsipping his brew, thankful that he HAD taken the Antidote before he leftthe ship. ['I won't feel that she is safe until I make sure that she'sbeen escorted back to her ship.']Then the drunken Bronson drained his mug of beer and staggered out,weaving a wobbly trail to the exit followed by his friends Jones andWalsh, together, they went looking for fresh.