The sign on the door said the name of the place was KinkyQurly Salon and Spa. I didn’t care about a barbershop but the Director wanted to show it to...us anyway.“You can get your hair done, nails painted, a complete spa day,” he explained as he brought us inside. There were the traditional chairs of a normal barbershop, but the staff was naked or wearing white loincloths.There was a very exotic beauty that looked like Melania Trump with teased out hair and dark blue mascara noticed me. She was. Right at that moment, Samantha moved and sat down right next to me. “What are you doing?” I asked.“I wanted to sit next to you.” She replied.“Why” I asked again.“Because I want to go out with you.” She saidBy that time, I was pretty amazed that a girl so beautiful would want to go out with me, of all people.“Uhhh…” was all I could get out to her, until the word finally escaped my mouth.“Yes” I said.“Great” she said, and kissed me passionately on the lips.“Whoa”, I said “A little too quick. Raising her voice a little so everyone could hear, Jasmine spoke primarily to the General. “There, on the other side of the hanging meat where you see the crack running down the wall,” she said, shining her light to direct everyone’s attention, “is the room we have been exploring. To summarize, so far, we haven’t been able to measure the room’s dimensions, and I remind you that we wound up at our starting point, although we did not deviate from what we considered to be a straight path.“We have. The sex was boring and dull, and inevitably his mind would wander back to those days with Vespers… where the sex was fantastic. What Bond needed was a major shakeup in his life. Something to jar him out of the apathy he was feeling. As his plane landed in Istanbul, James was ready to dive back into his work. He enjoyed being back in Turkey where the women often had dark hair, dark eyes, and a smoldering sexuality. Perhaps he could kill 2 birds with one stone on this trip, get a good lay and get.