They were pointing to the mural and making comments about the scenes shown in them.When one of the waitresses handed him another pizza paddle, Dan ret...rned to cooking. The one good thing about the size of the oven he had purchased, was that it allowed him to cook a large number of individual sized pizzas at a time. He was thankful for that trip to Las Vegas!Adding to the number of pizzas he was cooking were the delivery orders taken over the telephone. There were two medium pizzas to his old. A real man’s man if you will. I’m rarely afforded the opportunity to touch him, to run the tips of my fingers across the coarse dark hair that covers his strong forearms. I’m oft denied the pleasure and passion of his kisses, remembering them instead in the dreams of my days and the haunt of my nights. I remember fucking him well, though it’s been some time, not by choice, but the realities of life exist. The taste of him, the touch of him, the smell of this man, my love, the memories come. I looked in to see Claire lying on her bed in what I saw her in earlier giggling to herself, and immediately decided to move elsewhere as soon as possible. I reckoned I could start house hunting in the morning before I met Sotheby’s at the house. ‘Hey,’ she smiled and went to sit up. I held out my hand, walking in and locking us in, her taking the hint and lying back. ‘Hi,’ I replied, dropping my jeans and t-shirt to the floor. ‘Mind if I watch with you?’ ‘Why watch this?’ she asked, switching. He didn't stop them out of kindness. Sergeant Mahdi inspected her like he would a cow at market, but she was sure no cow felt as degraded as she had felt."We'll take this one with us," Sergeant Mahdi had said with a leering smile that terrified Jamil. "We'll take more time with this one, and maybe we'll learn something worthwhile. Maybe the Lieutenant would like to help," he said thoughtfully. "Yes. That might help with another problem."His men had laughed dutifully, and Jamil had been taken.