I was here on a grant from the London Zoological Society, and it was my first time in "the black hole" as Paolo called it. He was a student from Rome,...but he had been coming here for each of the four days since we arrived. Dr. Arnis wouldn't let me come while I had my period: my musk -- as he called it -- would keep the animals away."Is nothing to see until sunrise, Cara." It never bothered me before, that my name was an endearment in Italian. But now, Paolo used it every chance he had. I. At the same time I've been thinking about how ny stories usually end with the guy and his new woman driving off into the sunset. I usually do that for two reasons. One is because the only time I didn't do that (Sundown part one, you guys made me write second part) and because for those of you who are in the midst of a divorce I like to give you hope that things will turn out better, I mean, you all know that they did for me, Anyway ... while I ws writing that story I read an article on the net. Stef caught his meaning immediately, looking up at him in what she hoped was a dry glare, desperate not to let him see the havoc he was wreaking on her. Under her dress, her nipples were hard and her panties were wet. It was taking every ounce of willpower she had not to arch her back and rub her tits against his chest while she ground her clit on the barstool. She didn’t even know this man, but she decided then and there that she hated him. This is exactly what she wanted, and while she. The thought of this happening was always quite a turn on for me, and the thought for her was equally so. Key word here is thought!. She had given just enough thought about this, to where she had found the perfect place. It was in one of the unincorporated sections out between the city and the county and was, so she thought, far enough away so that no one she knew, especially her mother would find out, and besides it would only be part time anyway. I had told her that she would never go through.