He will come back. I will get my shit straight and finish with what I started.The evening came and so did he. Without any words he just went by me and...went directly to bed for sleep. I’ve really messed this up.Next morning when we got up, he barely said a few words to me. I prepared a small breakfast and we drove to the immigration office. When we stepped out of the car, I finally gathered some strength to say that I’m sorry. But to no response. I’ve hurt his pride.Once in the office, the. You don't mind if I join you do you? Speechless huh... you know, if you really like 'em that much I'll let you touch 'em." My attention was refocused with laser precision as she leaned back and tilted her head to the side. "Ah. That gotcher attention. You can start with my new earrings." I glanced at the earring on offer. An onyx letter z, or maybe s, or a snake. "Go on give'm a tug. I just love it when a guy stretches me out." Yeah there wasn't any option there. My hand was up and gently. ”“I don’t understand?”What’s not to understand? He’s obviously trying to con us.“Well, let us say that he is paid off,” the leprechaun continues with his little game. “But, missy, me cannot pay fer ye to cross should I cancel his debt.”Don’t let him push us. Be assertive!“How does his debt affect me?” she asks, trying to puff herself up and look like a force to be reckoned with.“Ye know nothing of the banking world, do ye, missy?”She shakes her head. Well, there goes our advantage, you. ''Oh, sorry about that,' I say, tensing again in shock at the very mention. Sorry? She was the one introducing the subject of casual fucking! 'Relax, I'm joking!' she laughs. 'I know what you guys are like.' And she swoops down to run her hands firmly the length of my arms, so that her pony-tailed hair brushes across my neck. I can sense her mouth hovering close to the side of my face. 'Although I'm flattered you got hard before we'd even started.'The last sentence is a soft, girlish whisper.