And as we approach the fortress the double doors open like magic for us and close heavily right behind us. Ching unravels the rope from my ankles and ...pushes me through the main entrance in a spacious bright room. The fat slob of a landlord is sprawled relaxed like a pasha upon a heap of lush pillows. He plays with the joy stick of a small black slave boy that wears nothing more than two golden earrings and is certainly well aroused, as I can perceive by the sheer size of his cherished. I showed up at the house that Friday, as arranged. The husband wasn't there this time; I guess he felt that I'd passed inspection and she and I could get to know each other better. She came to the door looking beautiful; in ivory again, a blouse in a silky fabric and a flowing skirt. Again she smelled of something edible - cinnamon, and cloves. She showed me around; the house was full of photos she had taken of landscapes and people, in black and white and color. I was impressed with the way. .. Literally!”I’m just standing here looking at my brother, who still has his mouth open, like we have for the last five minutes. Dad had this magnificent plan then for some unknown damn reason went completely rogue on us!Charlie is STILL shaking his head, “Bob, do you even KNOW who that other guy was who came up there right at the end?”“Hell no! What does Dad think he’s doing taking four people up to see Ibera who’ve never been there before?”Charlie of course laughed, “Well, he DID take the. He took his time dressing, making sure his black pants were fitting just right, his black shirt and dress jacket, accentuating the breadth of his chest and shoulders. Standing in front of the mirror, he was pleased. He felt he looked as good as he could and felt confident she would appreciate the effort he had put forth. John was constantly looking at the time on his phone. As much as the time was not going fast enough, it was going too fast! His nerves were now on edge, his stomach constantly.