I usually do not use perfume as it is against religion and also, because Omar did not like me to wear them so that it could provoke men. Poor guy! Why... does he think I wear so revealing dresses?Anyway, we prepared ourselves and went to the but stand to take the bus. The bus arrived at 3.30 am. We got on it and it departed. I sat on the corner seat of the bus and he sat by me. As he put his right arm around my shoulders, I cuddled to him. It was so cold around. I looked at his eyes. His eyes were. "Ladies, in case you haven't worked this outyet, you are being kidnapped. Your jobs at the Nirvana Spa are real enough,its just that the spa is not going to be located here after all and the distanceis, I fear, too great for you to commute. Here's what we want you to do. Oneof my men will invite each of you to get up, one at a time and we'll take thingsfrom there. Oh, there is one other thing. Ms Johnson, perhaps you can giveus the lead on this? Strip down to your underwear, please." Oh, why do. "This is my cousin. I told you all about her, remember?" The blonde just kept smiling. Then she gave me another long look, and she said that she should go. And she was gone, just like that. We just stayed there for a while. Neither of us said a word. I could see how disturbed Kate was... And I felt kind of awkward too. I couldn't stop thinking about the way that blonde looked at me. And did she just call me "sweet little peach"? Seriously? "So... who was that, anyway?", I asked Kate a couple. .." Brad leaned forward and pressed his body up against Damien's, pushing him into the cubicle wall. Before Damien could utter a word of protest, a hot sweetness enveloped his mouth and he felt Brad's tongue on his lips. Brad's hand without a cast was trailing down his buttons, untucking Damien's shirt and finally finding its way underneath. As he stroked Damien's midsection, the waiter felt a thrill of excitement course up his spine and he leaned into the passionate kissing. Brad groaned.