Adrian bent over the window and forced one of his rare smiles, showing his set of yellow crocked teeth.Even though they weren't Armani models, they we...e both incredibly cute. “Ciao Adrian, how is doing my gorgeous little prince”, Marco said to him.“I am doing ok. You got some food?”“Sure, and fags (cigarettes). Jump on”The lads opened the doors and sat on the back of our black Alfa Giulia, Marco turned around and handed them some sandwiches and a couple of beers.“Here take this too boys”, Marco. "She's a bit common, don't you think? I don't think she's been to university or any kind of further education. Is she a prostitute?" Is that what you think she is?" said Oscar with a teasing smile. "Have you got anything against prostitution?" Not per se," Karen replied. "But if we're having sex together, the four of us, I'm not sure I was expecting to have to share you with a prostitute." Relax," said Oscar. "Olga's not a prostitute." So, is she your girlfriend?" Sort of," said Oscar. "But. Now that the background info is out of the way, we can start with the story.Also keep in mind I try to add as much detail as I can so my stories tend to have a slow build up._________________________________My girlfriend stayed in touch with one of her ex's, they weren't very close, but they will call each other to say hi from time to time.Last week my girlfriend told me he just quit his job and he was thinking about moving to Florida, so she asked me if he could stay with us for a little.Sue:. Despite the same blazing sun of the lunch stops, the damp shade in the tree filled town felt like an all over body massage. At last the Seer's house stood before us. A short, thin Spanish looking, white haired old Eugenia in a dark blue, flowery, sleeveless dress came onto the porch and waved us down then took a seat in one of the white iron mesh chairs. Clara simultaneously released my hand, dropped her duffel bag on my foot, and broke into a sprint. I crouched to pick up her bag and.