I prepared 2 cups of coffee and gave them. At that time her friend saw me and gave a naughty smile. I was standing there while both were having coffee.... They both finished and gave a cup with small amount of dark coffee at the bottom, my teacher asked me to drink that coffee from both the cups, I drank it as I was no option and then I took those cups and cleaned them.After some time I prepared the dinner and served them. They both had a dinner and told me to have my dinner. I had my dinner and. No splinters.But they forget, or don't care that it was HIS bed! He got out of his coffin and got dressed. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to his mouth. Honey.Not much to narrow down the suspects. Neither Cat, Friday nor Ali was averse to sweet accoutrements. But then he spotted the feather stuck to one drop of honey. A soft and iridescent feather. A Muse's feather. Friday's. She was a semi-invalid, whom one never saw. Huck Hammond, the landlord, was a fifty-something thickset man. He always wore elasticized shorts that were faded with age and t-shirts with logos and slogans, which he had presumably received as promotional gifts. The t-shirts were always soiled, presumably from the handiwork he did around the place.Huck had a broad and unattractive face, which was covered with stubble that surrounded his chin, bulbous nose, and thick lips. His eyes, which seemed too. " I nodded, pulling off my shirt."Goodnight." She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly."Night." I moaned sleepily, returning the hug.I exchanged words with Reece and Shayla, who were both already in bras and panties and getting ready to climb into bed, before undoing my belt, dropping my pants on the floor next to the bed, and climbing in. I had barely been able to hide the tent in my boxers, and I had to manage through the night, seeing as I was in a room with three.