You may come here to my room, but I would prefer you do not. I could go any place that's private you decide on, and what I have to tell you may take a...couple hours or more." So much?" it sounded very formal British."Yeah," I sounded, very Midwestern."Why don't you come to my home for tea this afternoon?" Yes, that would be very convenient." Is four thirty alright with you? If so, would you mind taking note of my address?"She told me the address I have in my dossier. I asked the doorman for a. He looked over to the bartender, and nodded. ‘Sorry.’ Matt picked up the drink and looked at it with disdain. Truth be told, he didn’t enjoy rum on the rocks… but he did enjoy the momentary respite it gave him from his existence. The bartender chuckled. ‘No need to be. No point in buying a drink if you’re just going to play with it, though.’ He went back to wiping his counter, leaving Matt to his own devices. Not intent on feeling like crap, he took a sip of the rum, and then decided to glance. She is pleased by the rain,It is written on her face,This moment is her moment,And it will not go to waste,As she stands and waits.Letting it rain upon her, like an open air shower, a wet room without walls, she stood still as it washed her clean of the day. The rain felt good, its wetness soaking into her, rolling upon her, falling from her. She looked up to the sky above and felt the rain on her face, she flinched a little at first, but the second time she looked up, her face accepted the. I've more than made my peace with it. I know I'll never deliver the speech.As I pulled into Brad's driveway, I knew what was going to happen. This was, in many ways, very routine now, though there were always variations. And, despite the fact that it had become pretty predictable, it never failed to get my heart pumping and my cock stirring.I would let myself in through the unlocked door. Brad would be nowhere to be seen. I'd strip out of my outer clothes, put on my high heels, fix my wig and.