No identity, no past. No sense of who was here, and who is here now doesn’t matter much either. I am this moment and this moment will disappear, too... nothing left but the future, one empty motel room after another, stretching out before me like possibility. I don’t know if I like the colour or not, but it doesn’t matter. I am a blank room now. That’s what matters. Arkady stops herself, chastizing herself to start at the beginning. Turning to the front page of the notebook, she can’t help but. I knew that technically made her a whore but I thought it was just a fad she was going through making money just doing what came naturally and she really like doing that stuff with strangers rather than her own brother because in her eyes it was a sin.I did her in her back door entryway upstairs in the darkened room with her not even turning her head around to see who was making her take it from behind. All she cared was that I was using a rubber and I put the correct amount in the bowl on the. "Michele's mind raced. What the hell was going on here? Why was Sir Gileshere? Why weren't the police here to arrest her; or some MI6 goons?"Dreadful business really. Sordid! You've left yourself open to allsorts of blackmail. If our friends on the other side found out they'dhave you selling secrets to them quicker than it takes you to take offyour knickers," Sir Giles chuckled."But I don't work for MI6 anymore!" Michele blurted out.Sir Giles raised a hand to silence her; tapped his ash. She was short, maybe a little over five foot, and curvy in all the right places. He could almost feel her legs wrap around his waist as he pushed into her.God he would love to fuck her up against a wall. He bet she would give as good as she got. Not the uptight quiet women he always seemed to attract. Nikolai shook his head when he realized where his thoughts were going.Turning from the window he heads towards the front door. Taking one last breath of fresh air to help clear his head, he pushes.