I wondered what she thought of the play. It was such a strange story, surreal and macabre and terrible. I was glad it was unfinished. If there was a s...cond Act, I didn't want to read it. I thought about the Phantom of Truth, the ghostly figure that haunted the play’s heroine, about its frayed robe and pale white mask, and how it pointed its accusing finger at everyone who passed, though only she could see it. I shivered.I jumped when someone knocked on my door. When I answered Melissa walked. The front of his jeans jutted out with a great, throbbing lump of cockmeat that was threatening to rip right through the fabric of his pants.He halted just inside the door.The two well-drained dogs looked up from where they were curled in the corner and wagged their tails feebly in greeting to their master.He glanced down at them, noticing how slimy the heads of their pricks were and how their hairy cocksheaths were matted with cunt cream. It didn't bother him at all. He turned his gaze on his. We will keep it for you in case you should return in a few years. I’m sure it will be very useful,” Grandfather said with a deep bow, but I detected a tear in his left eye. Grace and I returned his bow, before leaving for our hotel.“So, what do we do with all of this leisure time we have?” Grace asked on the way back to the hotel.“Relax,” I told her. “For real this time. We don’t have anything to do until Monday. That gives us all of tomorrow to do nothing,” I added.“And the rest of today?” she. He was handsome…no doubt about it…he was very handsome and dressed well.When I looked at him, he deliberately avoided my gaze and started to look at other direction. It looked very funny to me. He was interested in me…I was sure about it….He was also interested in touching me! Then why he was avoiding to look at me? I decided to make him more impatient. I put on the flashlight of my mobile and holding the mobile before me, I deliberately bent forward. I was wearing a lose top. I thought if I.