" She lifted her t-shirt to show the blue bra beneath. "I figured finding it was at least half the fun." Oh." He managed a nervous smile. Shawna's thr...aty chuckle was cut off by a gentle tap on the door."Come on in, Hope. It's your room too," Shawna said as Marcus paused.Hope hadn't dressed and stood nervously in the doorway in the black lace, her hands wandering aimlessly as she tried to resist the urge to cover herself under the scrutiny."What? What's wrong?" she asked after a few seconds of. She wore red high heels to match her red dress, a year or so behind the local fashion, but certainly impressive. Adding to her noticeable presence, she wore nice evening makeup, and an elegant small watch. Real pretty with long black hair, and big blue eyes. Pale skin, and stereotypical Slavic features. She sat at the bar at a nearby free seat.We started chatting after she ordered. She had a vodka martini of all things. I had imported beer. The local beer was awful. Her name was Nicole. My name. "You're gonna be twenty-eight still and I'll be old." Twenty-nine by then," I smiled. "And you won't be old." I'll be forty anyway," Josh said. "Back in Harden, when I saw you that first time? I wanted to be eighteen forever." You look the same to me," I said, turning my face up. "I swear, Josh. I'm going to love you forever." When you get back..." he told me. "I'm not gonna let you go anymore. You know that, right?" Yeah," I said, pulling his hand to my face and kissing it. "I don't want you. Kshitiz’s powerful hands massaged first my right foot then my left foot. Before either of us knew it two hours had gone by.“Will you look at the time it’s after 8:00.” Kshitiz said.“Really? That foot massage felt so good that I lost track of time.” I said.“Me too. I was gonna have you start cleaning out my attic, but since we’ve lost two hours already let’s just clean out the closet in my bedroom.” Kshitiz said.We went to his bedroom and he opened the closet door. He hadn’t let me open the door.