Beth just looked at her. “No…”“Blemishes? Weird hairs? Something leaking?”“NO! God, no. Nothing like that.”Stacey sighed. “Well, don�...�t make us guess! You know Laurie just got out of health class, and will just keep going through diseases until she gets it right.”“It’s not a DISEASE, please.” Beth squirmed. “Well, maybe it is.”“Oh, for God’s sake, spit it out!” Becky was usually the quiet one, so her outburst made them all laugh.“Lately, I’ve been having these… thoughts. Well, feelings.” She. I was bit afraid and smiled by saying I was just making sure that you got enough space to take that item for me and she turned again and took item and handed it to me . But I am not satisfied with that touch so now I moved towards left side of the corner by touching ass her again as she was standing in the middle but this time there was no reaction so I was glad inside and got little courage to proceed. Now moved to left showing another item and the same repeated as earlier but I touched her. She mouthed a ‘Thank You’ and gave him a little wave. Clark mouthed back a ‘You’re Welcome’ and stood up. Remembering one special rule about buying a woman a drink he headed for the door. He was just about to get to his car when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Clark turned to see the gorgeous blonde standing no more than a foot in front of him. ‘I never got a chance to thank you properly.’ Her voice was smooth and silky, every word she spoke was perfect. Clark responded with ‘Well it’s always. That day, I ran into Harold Felton a.k.a Simon Weatherton at the Spanish Steps. He was a strapping 6-foot-5, brown-haired, brown-eyed, British gentleman. We went to an Italian café, sipped cappuccino, and talked of jewelry. I even showed some of my jewelry pieces, one of them being a voice recorder and another being a tracking device. I asked him to meet me for dinner at my hotel suite tonight and he accepted my invitation. That night, I ordered room service before my dinner date arrives. I.