We also share beds, but that’s another story. "The guys" are fire fighters here in Southern California; on Friday afternoon they were told they woul... be going to battle some wild fires in the LA area. Which left Ashley and me home alone. We had a quiet dinner, watched some TV, mostly news about the fires. We took a candlelit bubble bath together, and then moved to the bed where we gave each other massages, and we made love for what seemed like hours. Ashley is: 22, with long blonde hair, blue. I have got something I want to show you. & I promise that I will make it worth your while.", & from looking like that being of the abyss in contrast to that being of some, or of such scenery otherwise of a pleasant meadow with green grass, & blue sky, & a pond, lake, or river with fish swimming in it, & a****ls parading across that being of open areas of wild lands, to birds chirping, to bees humming, &/or etcetera, & whereas this, this thing, or thang, or whatever it was, or was suppose to be,. Ivy looked all ready to retreat into herself, but Deirdre brightly kept the conversation going by extracting every scrap of information about myself. Her training in the KGB was certainly paying off. Ivy listened attentively, and every now and again I felt her eyes brush across my face, and return to her lap. We finished our tea and I rose to leave. I simply could not think how to prolong the encounter. Ivy solved the problem for me. ‘I’ve got to start making my way back to work. This should. The fights had been broken up swiftly by Damien, who ended the bickering with a punch in the face or a chokehold to the offending woman. ‘Shut the hell up,’ he had said. ‘Or you can go the fuck home, and get a fuck ass job at McDonalds.’ The women had shut up. As if working at McDonalds was way worse than selling your body to the highest bidder. Periodically after that he came out to make sure there were no more fights. And there hadn’t been. The majority of the woman had ventured passed their.