Of course, they’d communicated by facetime, phone and text message, but that obviously wasn’t the same as hugging and holding your own spouse and ...being physically with them and making love with them. He missed being able to physically connect with the love of his life. And he had faith that she felt the same way about him.As he was taking his leave from Brother Douglas and his lovely wife, Dora, tall and craggy Brother Douglas had took his hand to shake it and stared into his eyes. “Paul, I. Everyone comes to a halt infront of our hostess, Charley Ozvik. This week she’s wearing a pair of ultra-tight blue jeans, heavily ripped around the thighs and under the arse, and high heeled shoes that make her calf muscles really pop – up top it’s a low-cut, tight white t-shirt, with a stack of cleavage on show, fake boobs straining to escape, “WORLD’S BIGGEST DOGWHORE” tattoo half exposed.She introduces herself with a big, confident, “Hello ... I’m Charley Ozvik...”And Annalise shakes her. If she was promiscuous by nature, she’d be even more so under the influence of drink. And when the itch itched and she was short of alcohol, she’d be only too happy to put it about as they say. Drunk or sober this woman is as chaste as a nun, believe me.’ ‘Well, I must be away,’ the guy said. ‘If I stay in here much longer the fumes will set me down the road again. Don’t you just love the smell of a good pint. Good night, All!’ Then the guy left us in peace. I sat there for another hour or so. A few seconds later, she had landed safely and was out of the way as well. With both of the people safe, I pulled my tits back to their 'normal' size and stepped back, grimacing as I saw the fire. I was so caught up in watching that, I nearly tripped over a body... one of the rival gang members that had been mowed down. "Damn," I muttered, realizing that this fire could quickly spread. I looked around and saw no sign of the fire department yet either. "Probably have all their trucks at that.