It was about an ‘escort’ from Los Angeles who specialized in making older women happy, and who was falsely accused of murder. The movie was pretty...good, and the soundtrack was awesome.When we left the theater, we walked back to Vasaplatsen and caught the #2 tram back to Linnéplatsen. I walked Elizabeth to her apartment. I hugged her at the door to the building like I usually did.“Come inside,” she said, “and we’ll talk.”I didn’t answer, I just followed her inside. We took the elevator up to the. “They didn’t really appreciate us enough.”“Did we get thrown out?”He frowned and held his hands up. “Maybe.”“Didn’t you say your cousin owned that place.”“He’s a distant cousin.” He shrugged and shifted to a brilliant grin. “Besides this club has dancing.”When he pulled his beater car to a halt in the parking lot and I unfolded myself out of it, I gave him a sidelong glance. “A salsa club? Isn’t that Cuban?”“This place is loaded with very hot chicks wearing very little clothes. I’d come here if. ” “I don’t like the idea of shaving down there, and besides, Sean never eats me, he just fucks me.” This was more than I wanted to know, but she persisted. “You remember Ralph, the store manager I lived with. Well, he loved to eat me, and loved my pussy hair. If Sean doesn’t ever eat me, why does he want me to shave.” I had no answer for her. Dumbfounded I said, “I have no idea sweetie, but if you love to be eaten, then the man in your life wants. Images and feelings of the encounter with Jessica flashed through her mind. She could almost taste those delicious lips, feel those luscious breasts pressed against her, those strong arms pulling her to the mysterious woman who held her in sway. One hand began sought and began caressing her breast while the other began a descent downward.Jessica, sure she knew what Gwen would do, sat by the phone that evening reading a novel. She was mildly surprised the mother of her fiancé had taken this.