Eventually the date came around. My senior year, September 5th. My heart was racing as I woke up. The first thing I did was get on my computer and log...into my email. I scrolled through three years’ worth of accumulated messages until I found the one. I read through it one more time. One million dollars. A lot of girls would kill for the opportunity that I had. I finally replied to their message. My fingers trembling as I typed. I proofread the email four or five times, before I pushed the send. She wasn't sure which number though. She did remember that ten or twenty or thirty years before her eldest br0ther. Frits had tried the same and took a look after his retirement. He stood there pretty sure of looking at the right house.Hesitatingly an elder lady in waiting at the doorstep asked him politely if she could ask him maybe a queer question.She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown gentleman.Writing this, is the third time I. He felt childish and slightly humiliated, travelling on all fours, but that was what he had been trained to do in combat situations. He probably should have been closer to the ground, though. The roughness of the cave floor bruised his palms.Aiden knew that he was getting closer to Jor, but didn't realize how close until he bumped into him. All of a sudden he was in close with another man, feeling his breath on his neck. Both seized each other in a combat grip, in case it was an enemy. It wasn’t a violent domination. It was just simple lust for the one you love. She thought, ‘If I was big enough he’d be over my shoulder right now.’ Instead, she had to coax, tease, and seduce him. God, she wanted him. Why was he slowing down? “What’s your hurry? We have the whole week, you know,” said Sam, anchored at the bottom of the stairs. The crooked grin hinted he was purposefully stalling, toying with her. “I know! We only have a week. So get your ass up there, Husband.” “Oh, so you’re.