Hazel had made a dive for the fire and was already striking a match. She made a pretty picture as she knelt, she had removed her jacket, and he could ...ee now her blouse was diaphanous. The material of her slip and her bra contrasted white against the darker shade of her skin as the blouse strained against her back. She watched as the fire, which had obviously already been laid, sprang into life. She stood up and he could then see she was probably as tall as he was, with her 3" high heels making. I had starved myself to appeal socially, but couldn’t fit the part completely. I was stiff, rigid with nerves, when a beautifully bizarre thing happened. The girl I couldn’t stop looking at sprung from her cramped seat and hugged me. She never looked me in the eyes, but I dare say she was a wonderful hugger and hugged no one but I. It was the best and longest hug of my life, during which we talked. I even offered her to put her hands inside my jacket for warmth as the evening got cooler. I. My mind notes my erection, in its usual state for the first moments after waking but rarely as hard as it is now. I smile at the idea that my penis had caught on to the situation before my brain. I call out my lover’s name. Listening intently but no reply comes. I can hear the traffic outside, the normal sounds for a Saturday morning but no sound from within the flat. I feel/sense her within the room, turning my head from side to side to no avail. Trying another sense I sniff the air to get a. "Go into the room behind the door, and you will see a lever sticking out of the far wall. Pull the lever." She stepped through the door and examined the lever. It had been, if the tiny holes and gouges in it were any indication, food to many termites over the years. She gave the lever a sharp yank, and it broke off. A small puff of sawdust blew off of the end of the lever. Horrified, she stared at the hole where the lever had been. There was less of a quarter of an inch of wood left in the.