In a surprise move she flung herself at me, wrapping herself around my neck. I held her tight, my face buried in those beautiful locks. She smelled as...I remembered and my groin responded quickly. I pulled back and caressed her cheek with my thumb. She smiled softly at me and kissed me. She was warm, soft. There were tears in her eyes. They sparkled with joy, anger, and sorrow. I pulled her tight to me and inhaled the scent that was hers. “He wanted me to marry a shrew before I could get his. I was going to have to put her at ease and coax it out of her."Maybe it would help if we got to know a little bit about each other. That way you would feel more at ease with me and I wouldn't seem like such a "doctor" kind of guy to you. I'll start. I have lived here in the Houston area for about fifteen years now. I used to live in Minneapolis, but I got tired of the cold winters."I am originally from San Diego and was going to go back there, but the place just isn't home anymore. However, I. He just mentioned that if I needed anything he would be there to help. I thanked him for his support and then headed for the kitchen. That was another way into the reserved room, through the kitchen.When I got to the entrance of to the reserved room and the kitchen I just stood there a few minutes. I didn't want to barge in if there wasn't a problem. A black busboy came up to me and said, "Sir, you're not allowed in here."I shuddered for a moment remembering the dream from the night before. I. When she rested, he rested, too. Then, knowing that he had to be heavy on her, he rolled off. The mattresses on the women’s beds are firm, and he reflected on how much softer she had been.“Sorry,” he said. “I started too soon.”“Well, we ended together. That was sweet.” She turned off the lamp and moved back against him. If he couldn’t fall asleep on top of her softness, he could with it in his arms.When she dried up completely, Gayle changed the sheets and soaked them in the tub in the laundry.