. if they only knew that Mila had blown some guy in thetoilet on the airplane on the way home. Her little way of humiliatingme and letting me know th...t she was holding all the cards." Sounds to me like you need a Mila doppelganger," Miles joked."Well I can't say it's been fun and to be honest, I was never your fanbut I'm sorry for both yourself and Mila. That said, I'm flat broke andliving in a cockroach infested tenement so you won't get much sympathyfrom me I'm afraid." Miles got up to. The Immortal. Sarachan. Or, to give him his full title, Sarachan The Endless. He was tall, dark. Hair flowed like an endless waterfall to his waist, jet black and poker straight. He seemed to suck the light into him, the air blurring and twisting as he moved towards Brentt, the grass parting as he approached. His long raincoat flapped in the wind, slower and more deliberately than it should have. Deep within his eyesocket, the setting sun flared in a blood-red pinpoint. "Walk with me..." A. The beds having collapsed and been removed from the other side on the last trip.The train was full and it was take that compartment or skip it. Danny said he could sleep sitting up and she was small enough to sleep on the rest. He was half right. The first day was all traveling but the second was busy. Diana was beat. And as she lay trying to get comfortable she cursed."Something wrong mom?" he asks."Yes dammit. This excuse for a couch stinks." Yeah. Really. But ya know we are stuck with it and. .Your skin is warm and soft to the electric fire of your touch. Another quick sip of wine and your thoughts jumble... I knew that robe wouldn't stay on long... Your nipples are so hard! That little pinch sent just the right shiver down your body, the wet fire growing ever more present. Flashes of images... ideas... desires... swirl through your head and your hand instinctively cups and lifts your breast. You breathe deep through your nose as your arousal builds, the sweet aroma of your desire.