I carefully hastened my pace, and closed the gap between myself and her. ‘Yes. It was just fine, thank you’, she managed to say before she moved a...gain. I was within an arm’s reach from her, and I could smell my victory. She too realised that there was nothing she could do, and as she opened her door she left it wide open for me. Finally! Time to set things straight. —————————— Before I could even open my mouth, she spoke. ‘I am so, so sorry about what happened last week!’ she wailed as she hid. He found her standing at the picture window looking out to the choppy rough seas. Her back was to him. Her arms were folded across her chest. Emma was wearing a shirt. A man's shirt. His shirt. He walked up from behind and placed his strong arms tenderly around her waist. She jumped a little then settled her head back on his chest as his chin rested on her collar bone."Good morning," he whispered softly in her ear,"Good morning, love," she returned. "Thank you for our little tryst. It made me. She has now finished her drink and I get up to get her another, which I double up the gin, when I come back to give it to her I can't help but bend over and kiss her full on her lips. She returned the kiss, this time with passion and when I pry myself from her delicious lips she's breathless and her eyes have slightly glazed. Still trying my best to just be friends I sit back down on the sofa, at that point she re-crosses her legs but now her dress has ridden quite high on her thighs and she. Sloan,” the girl said by rote. “How are you this morning? I feel fine.” The little girl beamed at her accomplishment while Barb smiled down on her. The girl’s platinum-blonde hair was neatly arranged in two pigtails and she was beautiful, except she was very pale.“What’s your name?” Barbara asked. The little girl just looked up at her, puzzled. Clearly, Barb’s question had not been on the short English phrase list the child had memorized. “What’s your name?” she repeated, this time in her.