A foosball table and a pool table also graced the room, and an old Doctor Who pinball game stood against the wall by the workbench, where Propappou fi...ed the cocoa before bringing it back to the table. Helena had rolled a 2 and a 3, but lightly nudged the 2 to get double-threes.“Here yours,” Propappou said, handing the cup across the game board to her. With his other hand, he slid a couple of black stones up the sleeve of his red velvet smoking jacket. As he picked up his own cup, he casually. It read as follows:“Dear Ms. Marcy. I have written the essay as you instructed, and procured the roses and chocolates. I have made dinner reservations, and am excited about meeting you. My cell number and personal information is on the attachment. If you have any additional needs, please don’t hesitate to contact me. david”In six years of marriage Marcy’s former husband had given her flowers only once, and he never bought her chocolates because he thought they would make her fat. His. Nothing however relievedthe agony in my constricted abdomen. They laughedas they watched me attempt to breathe. My belly was caved in and my ribs stuckout.? My boobs were also distorted by thestretching and I feared they were being ruined as well.? I felt one of them run his hands over my ribsand remark how smooth I was.? He rubbedmy belly and around my ribs and said I had a good looking belly and it was a shamethey were demolishing it.? He keptrubbing my belly hard as one of them brought in a. Matt then went to comfort her, a gentle hug wouldsuffice that he figured. That was when a crazy idea sprung into his mind,one that might just work."Say Chloe, how about we meet up for breakfast tomorrow, ok? We can chatsome more then," Matt implored her. "Ah sure thing, Matt. I will see youat the Main Street Cafe in town, around 9 o'clock?" Chloe asked sweetly.Matt nodded. "Ok good see you then," as he rushed to his car to head backto the hotel......The next morning Chloe sat at the Main Street.