She had an abundance of hair and that doesn't bother me one bit. Some guys like a smoothie or a nice tidy landing strip, but I'm just as happy being a...bush pilot. I looked through it very carefully, but after finding it clear, I just stared. I wanted very much to just lean over and kiss her soft pink lips. They were clearly quite wet now and I knew she was tempting me intentionally, but I didn't know why. I decided to let her make the next move. Meanwhile, my snake was wide awake."Do you see. I hadn’t noticed the next woman had already chosen the next set of keys and people were looking around. I suddenly focused and realized they were mine. I stepped forward. The woman holding them was Bryony. She was a housewife from the road. She was always very quiet, a little plain looking, but very pleasant company. We left together to her house. My mind was still on Claire and what she was doing with Pete.We made our way to Bryony’s bedroom. She hadn’t said much and I thought the evening was. ?Stop it!? she frantically texted back ?give it back its mine stop it!?. Her phone was silent, her eyes glued to the screen, as the word ?no? bounced up. She didn?t even realize tears were running down her cheeks as she replied ?what do you want? Please give it back. I?ll do anything just don?t tell anyone?. There was no response for minutes, until she was just about to give up and toss her phone away again, before finally their final words for the evening popped up: ?Behind the auditorium.. That day and the next dragged on, the tedium relieved only by the intervals spent in his home office, kneeling before the goddess's image. But as the hour of the goddess's anticipated arrival approached, Thompson began to prepare for her return. He showered and shaved, and dressed himself in his best suit. His shoes, usually rather scuffed and neglected, shone with a mirror-like gleam. And so when Aphrodite appeared in his living room at exactly 3 p.m., Thompson was ready for her, already.