I had no idea whohad taken the picture, probably her boyfriend at the time, and I couldsee that she was slight drunk. I could tell it from her eyes. ... leftit on the bed.The train took us straight from huge Waterloo Station to the smallstop of Upper Worrall. I am a little ashamed to tell you how excited Iwas, given that I had attended my Mother's funeral just that morning,but it was an adventure the like of which I'd never had before. Istill remember the puffing of the train and the calls from. ” Bedroom- just the word I wanted to hear my dirty mind interjected. He led me upstairs to the beautiful, large Master bedroom. The room was painted in a light blue color and had a warm, floral scent. “This room, it has many purposes,” he said. I nodded in interest. “Of course, you can sleep here or read a book- you can put a recliner chair next to the large window that overlooks the pool. Or you can listen to music or watch TV,” he said. “We can fuck here too,” I suggested. He smiled. “Yes,. ”“I have a feeling he’ll figure that out,” Dean muttered under his breath. “When are you off on this adventure?”“I have a flight this afternoon. Like, can I have some money?”“Of course, sweetheart. Take what you need from my wallet on your way out.” Dean knew she’d take it all. That’s why he never kept more than a couple thousand dollars in that wallet. And credit cards she could sign on. It kept the expenses down.“Reba Smith?” the TSA agent asked looking at her ticket. He was jetlagged, having. She bent her head, licked the top, and leaned to me for another touch. What occurred to me was that she was accepting me as the dominant female.Bo nudged me and I knew it was time to leave. It wasn’t going to get any warmer and we had a little trek to get back to the cave. I stood, kicked snow over the fire, put the backpack on, then the bear skin coat, and picked up the pup before following Bo back along the trail we had taken earlier in the day. After about 100 feet, I looked back to find.