’ Tim paged through the binder. The variety of women was astonishing, blonde, brunette, redhead, brown, white, black, Latino and Asian. The accompa...ying photos were quite explicit. There was no question about the physical attributes of each woman, right down to the most intimate details. The photos left nothing to the imagination and stimulated new imaginings. Tim looked up. ‘So, how does this work? Do I keep one of these books and use it to pick women?’ ‘No,’ said Ivy. ‘Women come and go in. Up the ladder my face is shocked not fully up the ladder I shout " Stop!! Don't be a fuc*ing idiot " the idiot is ready to cut through a truss on a load bearing hip on establishing that he was a clown a small argument Sean takes the hump and storms away doors slammed and away he goes, I measure up head down and call "Louise got your Size's (not the sizes I wanted) shall I phone later " her Head pops out "sorry getting ready hubs not back till tomorrow can you nip to the kitchen I will be 5mins". Me: RAAT..? Tum raat mere saath rahogiA: ankh marte hue yes baby I m all urs tonightYe sunte he Maine usse apni aur khenh ke kas ke hug kar liya aur uske honthon ko chusne laga.A: alag hote hue aram se mere baby itni bhi jaldi kiya hai khane kiUska hanth mere Lund p rakhte hue I said jaldi mujhe nai isse hai… pant ke upar se mere lund ko masalte hue usne kahaA: oooh my baby sach mein kitna bhukha hai becharaWo aur kuch kah pati usse pahle I again started kissing and sucking her lips and she. As he sat looking through the pale reflection of the window, he could see the eerie shadows cast upon the fresh blanket of snow. In the shadows he could see subtle shapes and silhouettes that slowly mesmerized him. Then, as his imagination began to take over his conscious thoughts, the shadows began to take their own form. Suddenly each of them began to move, to take on its own personality, and to have its own meaning. As he watched the shadows and their hypnotic dance, he began to lose track.