"There are also spaces which have been legally converted for use as urban apartment dwellings. Luckily, the guy who designed these buildings was a vis...onary, so it didn't take obscene amounts of money to bring them up to code to satisfy the requirements of the municipal zoning authority for multi-use structures. I am also fortunate that from the outside this place is non-descript—even ugly—and so far yuppies have yet to discover the Complex. I'm about all of the gentry this place seems to want. It took him a couple of minutes to do so, and Tom finally slipped into some brown loafers before stepping out of his room. Layla was immediately upon him, massaging gel into his scalp to bring order to his unruly hair. After a few minutes, she was done and stepped back to admire her handiwork. She stood silent for a moment, and Tom looked back at her, extending the silence. As they made eye contact, a slight blush touched Layla’s cheeks and she smiled as she slowly stepped forward. Time seemed. .." I didn't finish the comment."Will I see you and Tommy again?" Probably, somewhere along the way. I've told Tommy not to take sides. I know you love him, and I know he loves you, but ... he needs some space too. He'll be okay. He plans to go back to school in the new year. I'm sure he'll tell you about it. I'll help him with his tuition." I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe you're going to do this to me," she wailed.I almost lost my temper as she distilled our problems down to. " Daaac?" Roya strung out my name while crinkling up her nose."It's nothing my love. Really," I answered but I gave Roya's rear a good squeeze on my way by."Hey!" She yelped good-naturedly.Treeya of course had been right. Both Sheel and Roya were more than willing to help us move the horse pen, but that didn't discourage my and Treeya's little plan in the slightest. That night Treeya and I ganged up on our mates, not allowing either one of them to participate in any lovemaking other than as two.