The party had been cleaned up. I was about to look around for Nadia, hoping she hadn’t just left me here in a stranger’s house. Instead a voice sa...d my name. A voice I recognized.Mr. Andris.He was standing by the door. I immediately looked down. The T-shirt was covering all my essentials, thank God. No undies though, dammit.“Andre?”I always called him Andre.I was breathing hard, thinking I was in trouble.I was stammering. “I didn’t know this was your house.”“Nadia asked to use the pool with. “Are you sure?" Olli said yes but Greg asked again. looking at me this time. I wasn‘ t going to spit the mouthful I was gobbling but I nodded a pretty definite yes and gave him a thumbs up. I'd been satisfied – slightly spoiled, if I'm honest — by the size of Olli's dick. and going by his skinny, wiry body Greg didn‘t look like he'd have as much to brag about. But if he didn't have much meat on him all over. he had plenty where it mattered. I felt myself goggle at the huge. wank hardened length. What’s it to ya?” Davos let his Flea Bottom accent return fully.“What business would that be for a back alley daggerman like you?” the woman who spoke to Davos continued her interrogation.“What’s it to ya, again? Maybe we can talk about it later over a bowl of brown. Unless you can help me, that is. You don’t happen to know a fellow with bright blue eyes and rather dark hair, would you? A rather tough and muscular fellow, very large and tall. Keeps his hair rather short, last I checked. He’d be. But only if that’s something you want.”“It’s not a matter of what I want. It’s about finding out what the best thing for us is.”“And how do we figure that out?”“We take our time and get to know each other better. That’s the only answer I have at the moment.”We rode the rest of the way without saying anything, just listening to music on the radio. When she dropped me at home, she got out of the car and we hugged and exchanged a kiss, our lips parting and our tongues tangling.“Ask me out again,”.