" Myheart skips a beat as he says that sentence. We've been going out forwell over a year, had sex countless hundreds of times, met each other'sparent..., practically lived with each other for the past few weeks, andyet we've yet to say those three little words to each other. Do I lovePaul? In truth, I don't know. I could say the words- even though Ihaven't been on stage or in front of a camera in months, I am still anactress, I have had classes and everything- but I don't know if I'd. I hope he won't need anymore big hints. But, I don't want to rush thiseither....Chapter TwoAs Scott spots me outside it looks like he's coming straight out to catchme up so I scamper off (as fast as five-inch-heels allow) round the sideof the building and in through the side door. Then I creep (again, marblefloors and stilettos don't exactly aid stealth) in amongst the coatshanging in the lobby. They are long, but they don't reach the floor and Ican't hide for long. He makes a show of leaving,. Around her, rows of gold filigree woven into intricate and complex knots. Its golden hue reflected in his eyes, still wide with wonder, “Erica, your photos did not do it justice.”“It’s certainly beautiful.”“Divinity?”I shook my head, “No.”“And still no funerary goods? No bones?”“No. James, look closely. Follow the twists here. There’s the outline of a symbol.”He noticed it too.“Fertility,” he muttered.Sitting back in his chair, I could see the conflict. “Fertility, James.It’s a ceremonial. Defeated he said, " Okay let me go please! "Will you bea good boy?" "Yes!" The girls laughed as she let go of his ballsand she smiled and said, " Told you so! Now give us a feel of your tacklehoney! Nice! Your dick's a bit small must be the cold? Yes! Look girls it isgetting nice and big with even a simple rub! I reckon our friend here is niceand sober so much more fun to play with than that last lad. The one who wasso drunk he threw up and passed out! What's your name honey?" "Bob." "Nicemy.