Clara shone her torch down the hallway. The passage appeared to continue for another hundred feet, before making a forty-five degree turn. Similarly e...graved designs appeared to decorate both walls up to that point. Clara took two steps back, and took a photo of the wall with her heavy-duty digital camera. Being born into a wealthy British family ensured that Clara was never in want of the best equipment on her expeditions. As she removed her torch from the storage pocket on her belt and. She'd probably freak out instead. Besides, even if I did let her join us there was...Alicia."There is someone else," I said at last.Now that she understood. Her head rolled back with an angry grunt. "I knew it," she growled."I'm sorry if you're disappointed that I didn't wait for you," I said, "but I've moved on. I've got my own life now, and you're just not a part of it anymore. I'm sorry." Fine. I understand," she muttered. "Then I guess this is where I excuse myself from your life." And so. I started with her ankles and slowly started moving up. Slowly I started kissing and licking her calf muscles.I started running and fondling both of her legs and gently licking them. She was shivering, and I could sense she was enjoying the slight moans she was giving out. Her legs were getting stiff, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. I knew I had to give my 100 percent to Anusha and please her as much as I could.I couldn’t rush, and I knew Anusha was an animal. I quickly went to the kitchen. There was music playing rather loudly in the background, and it was Elvis Costello's "Angels Want to Wear My Red Shoes". His favorite line from the tune was "I used to be disgusted / now I try to be amused". He was sitting behind a large wooden desk with a computer in front of him, and he was typing his latest effort on the keyboard when they started streaming in, all of them fashionably late.He had got in touch with many authors about a week or so earlier, told them of his concerns, and asked.