“Why don’t you rent me this cell on a long term lease for me to use whenever I want?” He made her an offer, after which she opened her mouth and... quickly covered it her hand. “On one condition,” she finally said. “Okay?” “You will use it whenever I want.” Without fully understanding the full implication of what she had said and struggling sightly against the cuffs, he passed her his wallet and gave her the password that would allow her to transfer the first year’s rent from his account to hers.. She was flipping through the pages in the little book like crazy.I asked in Japanese if I could help her. Her eyes flew wide and she threw the little book in the air as she stepped in front of me."Back there, outside, we just walked by a meditation area. There were these delicate white flowers." She was doing little designs with her fingers. "I want to know what they are."The meditation area - as she called it - was a flower garden with several concrete benches to rest and relax on. Of course. All of the people that were on the Stingray City tour were herded onto small, European-style busses and then carted off to the other side of the island, to a place on a natural bay formed by the horseshoe shape of the island.Everyone was herded off the busses in an almost military-like precision and escorted to boats to begin their tour. As each person got on the boat, they were handed a mask, snorkel, and a blow-up life-vest. When Dave sat down on the wooden bench of the boat, that looked. Alan lowered his eyes once again. She was neatly trimmed down there. "That's what I wanted to talk about." "Looks nice." "What do you mean?" "Down there. Your pubes." "Ohh..." It was Clarissa's turn to become conscious. "Can I see up close?" She didn't answered, so he moved up closer. She kept her knees together, while he was helping her to get rid of panties. When it was done, she pretended she didn't mind her legs to be spreaded. She just kept looking away. Several minutes later.