"Like shove my face in them," he joked."Seriously?" she'd laughed and taken a step towards him."Yes. No!" he had to hold up his hand to stop her. "Jes...s, pull your shirt back down and get out of here. I can't think clearly with you standing there half-naked."She'd pouted. "How come you want me to go all of a sudden?" Then her expression turned sly. "Are you going to play with yourself?" That's none of your business." Wrong-o Scooter, you are most definitely my business," she'd let her shirt. Well, where do i start? 12 months ago, my wife and i were looking for a flatmate/boarder. a young woman (18yo) came to our place to look at the room. all was ok and she said that she would take it. we were fine with the idea but she left her job and never moved in. so that was it and we went about our normal lives. january of this year we split up and she moved out leaving me with this place. boarders/flatmates have come and gone and life went by just as i expected it to do. i had often thought. ‘Time for the magical mystery tour,’ he said. We set off, and Sally watched the road signs. ‘I think I might know where we’re heading.’ When we pulled off the freeway, she grinned. ‘Definitely – unless Dad’s developed a sudden taste for garden centres.’ Tim turned off the road, parking by a low building. I couldn’t help stretching out my senses a little, and I stopped, surprised at what I felt. We walked through the entrance, and a young woman in outdoor clothing greeted us. ‘Hi,’ she said.. She has destroyed my brother, he thought.Tim went over to Patrick, giving him a hug, whispering to him, "I miss you my German brother. Hang in there. Just know that I always think about you. I and your two other brothers."Tim had to lie about his two other enslaved brothers, that they were thinking about Patrick all the time."Tim get me out of here. I beg you please," Patrick pleaded.Patrick sounded scared. Patrick wanted to hug Tim but he was scared that his "Mistress" would see this and then.