I brought you here because Milos is one of my satisfied customers.’ ‘Well, I guess if the food’s good, then you may make a sale,’ Bonnie repli...d. ‘That’s fair,’ Peter said. The meal came, they ate, and as they did they talked about what they’d done since they left school. Peter told her he’d been married, but was now divorced. Like Bonnie, he had no children. ‘You were right, Peter,’ Bonnie said, ‘the food is excellent.’ ‘See, I told you so,’ he replied, smiling. Milos joined them after they. My apartment was cool, dark and silent when I got home. There might not have been anyone there, but the familiar sights and smells were comforting compared to the hotel rooms I had been living out of for the last 7 weeks. It really is like they say, there is no place like home. Once I had showered and changed I hit the playback on my answering machine. There were 18 messages in total. 6 of them were bullshit telemarketers, but the remaining 12 were all from my sister. They all said pretty. . again. I do admit I saw the ridiculous side of the condition. That caused the loss of any semblance of control ... again.I grabbed a handful of crushed chips from the blue bowl ... it wasn’t Tom’s but they were good enough. My mouth blossomed with the flavors of sour cream, onion, nacho cheese, cheddar, greasy potatoes, baked chips, tortillas, lime, lemon salt, pork rinds, corn chips, vinegar ... every kind of chips ... except barbecue ... I hate barbecue flavoring ... took a swig of my. She didn’t think he’d even noticed her, let alone planned this sultry seduction scene. She had every intention of doing whatever he had planned. “Oh my god...Antonio?” she said when she finally found her voice. He smiled, moving closer. “Are you surprised, my beauty?” All she could do was nod, transfixed as he moved closer, bending down to take her chin in his fingers and lightly brush her lips with his. Miranda shivered and moaned. His tongue swept in, kissing her passionately, but.