’ She handed him a glass. ‘But how can the reader find out what’s happened before the story began?’ He had no idea what she was talking about,...but he loved listening to her throaty voice. ‘It has to be communicated through exposition,’ she said. ‘For example, if I were to say that we just met in the hotel bar an hour ago, and that I’d picked up on you, and that it was all my idea to come up here to my room.’ ‘I guess that does fill in the blanks a bit.’ Robert frowned. Something about this. I led Jackie to the bedroom, closing the door once we were inside."Baby, is this our room now?" I asked."Oh yes! There isn't anything I would like better—well that's not really true, I know I'm going to like what we do together in our room better."I led Jackie to the bed—our bed. We sat facing each other with our legs folded and our knees touching. She kept glancing at my cock and I kept glancing at her breasts and pussy.Jackie and I began to talk. We talked about the future, not about our week. I start to kiss along your jaw, and then down your neck to your collar bone while button by button your chest and handsome toned stomach are exposed. I kiss from your chest down to your navel, dragging my fingertips down your sides which makes you shake. I look up at you and smile. “I’m a bit ticklish,” you say nervously. I laugh a little and place a few more kisses just above the waist of your pants, my long red hair trailing over your navel. I then sit up and proceed to unbutton your dress. There were, however, many casualties.”She paused for a drink of water.“The explosion damaged a control panel and a junction box, which deactivated both the main lights and the security cameras on all platforms. The ticket barriers also became inoperative, which made it difficult for passengers to exit the station. Ahem ... In the second stage of the attack, a gunman whose name we do not yet know, began to fire on the public as people emerged from the station, killing two people before he was.