Liz was thinking furiously. ‘Could this stunning woman be just as turned on as i am?’ It was a ridiculous thought Liz had all but given up hope of... ever meeting a woman who loved shit as much as she. What were the chances of meeting one in the middle of a wooded park?“You don’t think i’m already sick?” Liz asked looking into the women’s emerald eyes.Jamie was confused by her question. Then it hit her this woman thought she would be repulsed because she liked shit. Jamie had loved shit herself. He had wanted to ensure that their first encounter wasn’t going to be seedy, so he booked a suite for the night and had already ordered the drink that he knew was her favourite. As she drew closer he had to fight to suppress his raging hard on. Pulling out the seat next to him at the bar, he put his hand in hers and drew her close to gently kiss her on the cheek. She smelled of Chanel No 5 and cigarettes. They made the usual small talk but they both knew the reason for the meeting. She was to. Then she starts the tub filling, adding a very generous amount of sweetly scented bath oils to the water as it fills the tub. As I get into the tub first, and with a very wicked grin on her pretty face, Carin grabs our razors and pair of small scissors, which she lays down within reach of the tub just before she joins me. I look at her quizzically and she says, ?Just in case?? and nothing more. Then she steps into the tub with her back to me, lying back against me as she turns her face up. Their windows were stained, the panes cracked beyond repair. The tenebrosity of the doors showed in the fluorescence of the day sky. The stranger’s house, although, was a ten bedroom mansion fit for royalty. Though Silas’ was similar, he was still taken aback by the blatant greeting to the house in contrast of the rest. As the chauffeur parked on the side of the road, Silas let himself out. Gathering up the courage to speak to the stranger, he knocked lightly. Almost if by magic the door opened.