His eyes were set deep in his head and surrounded by a complex crisscross of wrinkles. He had a demeanor of quiet amusement about him that Porter foun... calming. He had already counted the number of rugs in the room, estimated their average size and was about to calculate how many square meters of rug were in the room when the old man closed the door behind him.“Porter, it is a pleasure to meet you,” the old man began. “I am Fane, one of the older residents that they haven’t been able to expel. "So, Stacy, are you ready to answer some questions?" Cara asks, tapping her long, dark-red nails against Stacy's skin. "Umm. I guess so? That's why I'm here isn't it?" "Yes, mostly," Cara informs, darkly. "Perhaps, if you're good tonight, I'll let you and Becca get together next week. How does that sound?" Let me? She'll let me!? How can she… ugh! "You may 'control' her, but, not me. If you let her see me, fine. Thank you. But I can do what I want, without your permission," Stacy declares,. ”They entered the adjacent room and found a seat on a sofa that was in relatively decent shape. Joaquim took this opportunity to learn more about Sofia, simultaneously allowing her the opportunity to speak and proving he wasn’t completely self-obsessed. Sofia began to come out of her shell. Below Joaquim’s coarse exterior she found an empathetic listener and it wasn’t long before she was telling him all about her repressed upbringing, her dreams to create art, and even a little bit about her. The morning came the guy was in front of me,My hands were shivering,my heart beat was too high,I was too nervous but there was no way back,finally I took him in my room,and he started looking over me to remove my clothes,I was in a tshirt and lower,I just removed the tshirt and lied down on the bed on my stomach,he sat on my bumps and started rubbing my back,my neck,my shoulder my arms and then he touched my bra strap on the shoulder,a thundering shiver ran down my spine…..In a min he removed.