I was rock hard already, my heart pounding, I proceeded downstairs, all I could think is what if they aren't there, I'll have to move I'll be so humil...ated. As I got close to the living room, I heard nothing but the TV, to my surprise I turned the corner, both Jon, and Barry were sitting on the couch, both had changed into shorts, and t-shirts, and from the clean smell in the air each took showers. When I walked in I figured, fuck it, I'm going for it. I walked around the couch, turned and bent. But those damn breasts ... wow!“I’m French, Lebanese, Assyrian, and Cypriot. What a combo, right? To simplify things, I just call myself Assyrian, since that’s my religion. And before you ask, I don’t honestly know if I’m related to the famous Jacobin revolutionary and Swiss physician, Dr. Jean-Paul Marat. Not to my own knowledge, anyway,” Ninve explained now.“So ... why are we here instead of a restaurant, not that I mind. Just curious! It’s delicious, thank you!” Sarah continued to. ’ ‘The cats aren’t people, Phil.’ ‘You know what I mean. Get up.’ When I got downstairs, Phil was the only one left home, checking his Palm Pilot one last time before he went to work. I put the empty pack of cigarettes on the counter, and he just looked at me. I took the last fifty dollars out of my wallet, leaving the last forty in, and put the bills on top of the cigarette pack. ‘I’m going the fuck home,’ I said. ‘Good,’ he said, and nodded. ‘You asshole,’ I said, laughing. He put the Palm. . liked it.“Well for one, we need to get you cleaned up.” He decided against saying anything about inspecting her wounds. She was in serious denial last night and he doubted anything had changed since then.He stepped towards her with an arm outstretched to herd her into the guest bathroom. He didn’t quite touch her with his forearm. She seemed intent on avoiding physical contact with him. He flipped on the vanity light knowing the sudden brightness would sting her eyes and distract her from the.