She wanted to be able to touch him as long as she could. She put more lotion into her hands, moving them back and forth together to warm up the lotion... She placed her hands on his left calf, feeling his defined muscles beneath her fingers, deeply massaging each tendon. She repeated this with the right leg, feeling his legs relax with each rub. Isabella sat up on her knees, placing her hands onto the bed for balance, she turned her body around to face her Master. She looked up at him, his head. "That moment, the door bell range three times, really fast. Laura knew that one of her buds were on the other side of that door, and she couldn't wait any longer by her mom to leave her home and go out to have some fun. "Laura? We are here!" Said a voice. Laura walked to the door with haste, knowing that it was one of her friends from college. At the door, she unlocked the door to see her friend. "Hey Eric! I'm ready to go." Laura said. Looking at Eric, he was wearing basketball. Welcome to the show, Ophelia. My oh my, young lady that's quits a set of bazookas you're sporting there and might I add that you're looking particularly repulsive this evening. The warts are a nice touch, did you do them yourself or do they run in the family ? Tell the audience a bit about yourself" I'm a welder and I collect stamps and car registration numbers in my spare time, Kat. The warts were in the box I grew up in. Dad must have left them in there for me so they must be hereditary and I. In the mid 1940s it was very rare to see a woman unaccompanied in a public house but Evelyn was not at all disconcerted as she was eyed-over by the occasional glances from the soldiers. Two older men and a very rugged-looking younger man sat at the bar talking to George who was leaning on the bar smoking a cigarette frequently tapping ash into the ashtray. A young couple sat in the far corner looking into each others eyes rather dreamily and two middle-aged couples sat at a table a few feet.