”“They went out with you and Harper, right?”Julian nodded. I turned to Harper to ask her how Julian looked. She laughed out loud.“You should h...ve seen him, Dad. He looked fantastic. Even I had to look a second time to be sure it was him.”“It was just us four girls out for a drink and maybe a little dancing. There’s a place not too far from their house where everyone goes.”Julian stopped and took another swallow. I refilled his glass and topped up my own.“You sure you want to hear this, Dad?”My. I was reminded last week that at the end of last season I said toNicholas that the day that his team reversed Saint Totteringham's day Iwould wear a Spurs shirt and go to White Hart Lane with him. I was thatconfident it would never happen.Nicholas was equally confident it would. And the manner in which we wonlast season should have made me more cautious. But it hadn't.To wind me up Nicholas had bought me a Spurs shirt and stuck a photo ofmy head and neck through the neck of the shirt. He. I can sense her on fire inside wanting to explode. I plunge my tongue inside her making her scream and arch her back with only her head, hands clinching the sheets, and feet touching the bed. The rest of her is in the air feeling my tongue inside her making her burn inside, not even a min passes and she explodes, bursting, making her body shake as it falls on the bed. She feels drained as I clean her up with my tongue and lips tasting, lapping up her juices making her clean, but before I can. I can see Nick was prepared for some heavy action. I saw a pile of ropes, a few chains, cuffs, paddles, a flogger, and some other metal stuff in a pile I haven't seen before. Knocking first while opening the bathroom door, I was expecting a shout for entering. She must be shy to not come out for a hour or so past time. Nobody home? I gently pull the shower curtain aside. Nada. I sit for a moment with the suitcase on my lap. Click-click. On top of the wig, corset, and what must be other.