“Just playing up the whole boys-can’t-do-shit-around-the-house thing.”“Just call me well domesticated.”“Although your room could do with a...bit more of that domesticity,” she said as she scanned the piles of papers and books on the floor.“Okay, okay. There is some order to the madness, though,” I defended myself.We sat on the edge of the bed and continued making out. The low rise of the futon meant Emma sat with her knees higher than her hips; her skirt sunk down, revealing she was again wearing. I’m still working at the hospital mainly because I enjoy the people around me. Most of them anyway but I know my days here are numbered.“Rob, are you ok?”“I don’t know, Tiff. I’ve got to work out some things in my head and I don’t know where to start.”Tiffany said, “It’s Jane, isn’t it?I nodded. “Why won’t she marry me and why does she still wear that ring. She told me long ago that it was from a dear friend but now she wears it to keep the hounds away. I’m not sure I believe that anymore.. . you should come with me,… I and my friends would be happy to see that every fantasy a horny white bitch like you have,….. we can easily fulfill, his tone and speech was that of a man who was quite confident, and matter of fact in his ability to do so! Kate hesitated for a moment,.. weighing a sure thing as opposed to the excitement and uncertainty of what might be waiting for her in the adult motel room on second floor! The young man still squeezing and twisting her very mature 34breasts. “Don’t worry” I said “The taste gets better after the second glass” and poured another for us both. Before I had even returned the bottle to the table, she had downed that too. I laughed, poured her third glass and told her to sip this one; “the taste would be a lot better now.”We sat there for a moment enjoying the cheap plonk as if it were a vintage Pomerol. I gazed at her hands; all cracked and dry. I told her she should use some moisturiser as I took hold of one. I gently caressed the hand,.