I had been searching for a waiter to ask for a martini; a Lemon Drop, to be precise. Scott was able to conjure one, almost from thin air, simply by tu...ning his head and raising one hand. My drink appeared in mere moments, and again I had to acknowledge he was one up on me. Well, two up, really, but I told myself I wasn't keeping score. We sipped, we got acquainted, and for the next 6 weeks or so, I found myself growing more attracted by the day. Scott apparently felt the same.He was attentive. She said she would have left you by then. I affected amazement. I told her she was throwing over a dead cert. for a very dodgy relationship.”She took a sip of water from her bottle before continuing.“I asked her why she was throwing away her life with you and she came out with that crap about your relationship losing its spark. I told her that always happens, but she didn’t take it on board.“So I asked her did she understand what she had to lose. She said she would always wonder what it would. Ashana tried to look into the hole, but all she saw was pitch black. As she looked through, the hole began to seal up on it's own. As it did, the original door that Ashana had entered through began to form. Maybe it was finally time to retun. Ashana stood back up and walked awkwardly to to the door as she was covered and full of cum. She took a deep breath and opened the door. A bright light blinded her as she exited the door. She regained focus and checked her surroundings. She was in a. What do you say?”“Sure!” I said.We both got ready to go out: dressed up a bit and made ourselves look nice, or, in my case, as nice as I could. Fiona asked me to brush her lovely hair, which was a pleasure for us both. It’s so soft and beautiful, and I could almost hear her purr as I ran the brush through. She kept me doing it for minutes. We got on her car, and her phone rang. She pressed a button, and the call came through hands-free.“Sup, Fiona?” asked a voice I couldn’t recognise.“I’m in.