I could hear the noise coming from the lounge as I came down the stairs, god I felt so excited about what I was about to do, excited wet and very, ver... scared.The silence when I entered the room, could have been cut with a knife, I knew it was down to me to break the ice. Within seconds I had recognised the men I new, and pinpointed my first victim the action began. Oh for the next three hours I felt filthy and I loved it, I started to strip Owen when I was down to his pants, I looked up at the. What else was I to do? I couldn’t help myself, and Noori certainly didn’t make things any easier by parading her natural curves so shamelessly around me. But it’s not like it was just a physical thing, either. She was the nicest woman I’d ever met, and after all the time she spent with us, I grew quite fond of her, and over time, I sort of inadvertently developed a crush on her. One day, I was sitting in a chair, pretending to read as I watched Noori hand wash some clothing. She’d been at it. On a more or less unrelated note, I have fucked Emily every morning and night since I met her, but almost every night on the weekend I still go home with someone else before I come back home to her. These aren't even people I like. Seriously. Just strangers in bars. Nice bars. Not dives at least, but bars nonetheless. As a note though it turns out you shouldn't try the bars at the nice hotels downtown if you don't want to get chased out under suspicion of being a prostitute. At least you. Writing has been especially difficult for the past year or so, and thewords just haven't been flowing like they did. I'm utterly astonishedthat the first two chapters were each over 30 pages as I have no ideahow I managed to write those in such a short time, though I guess Istarted losing steam during the third chapter, which might be apparentin how the third chapter was half the size of the other two.Unfortunately, this chapter is even shorter and I apologize. I don'tknow if chapters will.